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heartfullofleeches · 1 year ago

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You mentioned in a headcanon post about how Tobi would knock reader out with their voice when they did something they didnt like, could you make an example scenario 4 us ? :0

"No."

There are many things Tobi can protect you from. Ghosts and demons, spiteful commentors and people who wouldn't take no for an answer were forces they could easily handle as simply as flicking off a light switch. Ancient, decrepit houses - as hard as they may try, weren't always included in that list.

As per usual - Tobi left to explore the house you'd picked out for your next stream couple days prior to the stream to rid the place of any hostile spirits or other elements that may bring you harm. It was pretty much habitual for them scout every location, and helped relived some of their stress towards leaving you to your own devices in what was essential the unknown.

The house was far worse off inside that the pictures you had showed them conveyed. A riverside lodge annihilated by a enraged storm and the overflooding waters from the river bank. The young couple who owned the home tragically drowned after leaving the sun roof open the night prior and failing to wake up before it was too late. The walls sagged with age and decades of water weight, and the warped, rotting floors could barely handle Tobi's lanky stature and size.

Normally, they'd just install some temporary support planks and forbid you from venturing to the top floor or basement, but exploring deeper they came to the conclusion this site was far too dangerous for you to step a single foot inside.

Heading towards the stairway to the top floor, there was a large gap right between where the first step and the bottom floor met. It was narrow enough to where they could just step over - but Tobi noticed something right as they peered casually into the hole. A piece of fabric stuck to the spliters of the wood. It was in too good a condition to be something from the incident, but that's not what made Tobi pause.

The scrap of cloth matched perfectly to a jacket you had just released - the same jacket you were throwing on now.

"Aw, come on, Tobi - this could be our big break!"

Their fingers fly to fast across their phone screen for your eyes to keep up.

"Too dangerous."

Laughing, you zip up your jacket as you reach for your keys. "You always say that. If you're scared, you can wait in the car and I'll cut the stream short. I did okay on my own before you came around."

Grabbing the tail end of your jacket, Tobi's mind rushes back to the second sight they saw in that hole. The bloated corpses of one of your followers - staring straight up at him. They couldn't even remember what their face looked like. All they saw was yours. It was always yours.

Tobi grabs your wrist, squeezing the ball of your hand until you're forced to lose your grip on your keys. Stay. Don't go. Your adventurous spirit was one of the endless things they loved about you and they'd never take that away - but if you left their sight for a single second then-

"No......"

Pressure builds behind your eyes. You pres a hand to your temple, shaking off the brief wave of nausea "Ugh.. Tobi... I'll be okay, I promise. I got a little headache now, so I didn't won't be out long. "

No.... Flashes of your face in that horrible state cloud their already fogged mind- eyes glossy, skin pale and so, so cold. A far cry from the life and warmth you gave off now. It would only take one second. One second for you to get hurt. One second for them to lose you. They can't go back to life without you. They can't be that empty shell rotting away in an equally decaying home. They can't - they won't. You can't leave them.

"YOU'RE NOT GOING TO LEAVE ME!"

It all happens so fast. Your brain throbs. Without utter a single word, you place your fingers your lips - red being all you see. Shaking, you look up at your cameraman as your jaw goes slack.

"To-"

Your eyes glaze over, trembling legs unable to support the remaining weight of your body as you fall. Tobi dives to the floor, catching you in their arms before your unceremoniously landing. Your head almost hits the floor before their arms shoot out to catch you. He supports it and your neck on his shoulder, unzipping your jacket with the same tremors you had before your fall. Tobi removes their hat and places their ear to your chest.

One beat. Two-

You're still alive. Deep down they knew, but for the sake of their aching heart they had to make sure. Tobi carefully zips your jacket back up and once they do - they begin to cry. If your comatose state was good for one thing it was leaving you in the dark, unharmed by their wails and pleads.

"sorry... I'm so sorry... I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I love you. I love you. Please - please don't leave me..Don't leave me."

Tobi slowly regains their composure. They wipe the blood from your nose, and their thick tears from your face as they stand. Tobi carries you to your bedroom and places you in bed. They clear your search history of anything related to the cabin and burn the notes along it. They reserve a table at your favorite restaurant for tomorrow, praying you'll wake up before the time comes. As you rest they rehearse their lines for when you wake - thankful you'll never hear the break in their voice when they lie.

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just4koo · 10 months ago

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best friends..? ❀ first kiss

→ character pairing : best friend!Jungkook x fem!reader → drabble summary : in which you two decide to share your first kiss together, because best friends do everything together... right..? → word count : 2.7k → warnings : foul language, slight toxicity/jealousy (maybe), conflicting feelings, unedited → genre(s) : fluff, crack, slight angst → note : i made this a series due to requests :) since the chapters aren't connected you can read this without having read the first installment but it's recommended you read "new perfume" first for background info!!

SERIES MASTERLIST

one thing that nobody knew about you and jungkook was that you shared your first kiss together. why? because it would only worsen the rumors about you two that were already bad enough. everyone always shipped you two, and if this kiss was something that ever got out, things would get much worse.

it seemed simple. you were stupid teenagers, two sixteen year olds. but it also wasn't that simple.

"jungkook, come on!" you impatiently whisper-shouted, grabbing the hand of your best friend to forcefully pull him out of your bedroom. your victim was still half asleep, subject to you shaking him awake just moments earlier.

jungkook was a bit (very) grumbly since you had woken him up from his slumber. who wouldn't be angry when they got woken up during the middle of the night, especially since he had just been so comfy using you as his pillow? but of course he had no choice, there was no way he could just roll back over and go to sleep when he saw the excited look on your face.

one of your favorite things during the winter was snow. it was so beautiful and you could just sit for hours watching it. lucky for you, in the apartment building the two of you lived in, there was an accessible roof. ever since you had discovered it one day when the two of you were playing in the stairwell it sort of became your spot. the two of you would sneak up there countless times without the knowledge of your parents.

tonight there had been a forecast on the weather channel that it was supposed to snow tonight. the first snow of the winter. even though the weather lady didn't specify what time it would start, you had already planned to stay up for it. you had witnessed the first snow of every year since you were 10 and that wasn't a streak you wanted to break.

jungkook had offered to stay up with you but as expected he'd succumbed to sleep 5 minutes into the movie you two chose. the way he was cuddling you made it very tempting to just doze off with him, but you didn't. you needed to stay up. so after hours of finding stupid movies to watch on your TV, it finally started snowing just a quarter past 04:00.

you had immediately shook jungkook in a not-so-gentle way, almost shoving him off of you so you could rush to put your sweatpants and winter jacket on. after taking a few moments to remember where the fuck he was, jungkook was following in your steps. he was pretty sure he put his sweatpants on backwards, but he had no time to worry about it when you started tugging him down the hallway.

"slow down, ______. you're going to wake your parents before we can make it out of the apartment." jungkook spoke in a quiet tone, getting a proper grasp of your hand so he could tug you backwards and slow you down a bit. you flashed him what seemed like an annoyed glance in the almost pitch black room but ended up slowing down.

once you got to the front door he went ahead and slipped into his boots, reaching for yours before you had a chance to do it yourself. he helped you into the shoes and tied them for you to make sure you didn't leave them untied in your haste and trip over your own feet. the whole time he was doing this you watched him, fighting the adoring smile that was trying to surface on your lips.

he made sure you were properly bundled up, putting earmuffs and gloves on your hands since he knew you'd want to stay outside for a while to watch the snow fall. you were someone who always forgot to take care of yourself, so jungkook was the one who did it for you. ever since he had gotten out of his aggressive adolescence phase around the age 14, he seemed to fall into a sort of caretaker role. it wasn't his fault that you were so clumsy all the time, or you would forget meals since you were too busy watching your stupid adorable cat compilation videos.

after the two of you had on all of your winter attire, he finally opened up the door as quietly as possible so you two could sneak out. the moment he shut the front door to your apartment, you were already grabbing his hand and running again, this time straight towards the stairwell. he let out a slight yelp of surprise when he felt his arm being tugged roughly. you always got so eager when you were excited about things.

"hurry up, we need to get outside before it stops!" you exclaimed as you launched up the stairs, taking it two at a time. just as he expected, that energy didn't last very long. your apartment level was pretty low compared to how many floors the apartment building had, and climbing 9 flights of stairs was extremely exhausting. by the time you were at the top you were leaning on top of jungkook and heaving breaths.

"what happened to hurrying up, huh?" jungkook questioned with a twinge of playfulness in your tone, smirking when he saw the way you glared at him. your cheeks were flushed and hair awry, lips pulled into a small frown. he knew what would cheer you up so he placed his hand on your back, opening the door that led to the rooftop. you two were instantly greeted by the falling snow. it was a pretty heavy snowstorm, already a few inches on the floor.

just as expected, you immediately brightened up once you saw the view outside. no matter how many times you'd seen it snow, it never got any less beautiful. you walked out onto the rooftop and looked up at the sky, admiring the sight of the snow falling. this was one of your favorite parts of living in the north, you were able to watch the snow practically every week.

the two of you walked to the little spot you both had constructed years ago, a makeshift canopy tent with a disney princess comforter on the floor that you two had stolen from your room and then spent an hour trying to convince your parents that the dog ate it. (they didn't believe that, obviously) it was definitely not a very pretty sight, but it worked for the two of you, nobody else ever visited the roof. the owners of the building probably had no idea that the door was actually unlocked.

the two of you sat down under the canopy to be able to see the snow without it falling on the both of you. as the two of you situated next to each other, you ended up with your head rested against his shoulder while he held his arm around you, his gloved hand rubbing your bicep. it felt so peaceful in this moment that he felt like he could fall asleep sitting upright, so he decided to just start talking.

the two of you never ran out of things to talk about. even though you had practically talked about everything since the two of you grew up together, you still could just converse for hours. because you two never seemed to get tired of each other. if anything, being together was energizing. you could never get tired of his melodic voice and laugh just like he would never be annoyed by the cute rants you always went on.

"i don't know, i just feel like if my girlfriend had a guy who was a best friend i would get jealous." jungkook said with a small shrug. your random conversations always got the two of you to some strange places, and tonight it had seemed the conversation had deviated to relationships. you were never really sure how your conversations evolved into the ones they did, but it was just where boredom got you.

"do you know how hypocritical you sound? you're saying that when you have a best friend who's the opposite gender." you replied with an incredulous look. jungkook just shrugged at that, although he didn't seem to take back what he said.

"i guess so. that's probably the reason i haven't had a relationship yet." he spoke quietly and you had to pretend that you didn't feel your heart break a little when you immediately registered the slight sadness in his voice.

it was hard to be a teenager and have every single girl curve you just because he had a girl best friend. he hadn't had a single romantic interaction because practically everyone in town knew about your friendship and always assumed it was something more than that. the only time he had even held hands with a girl was in the second grade. other than that, every other girl just avoided interacting with him.

he knew it was the same with you too, knew that you hadn't been asked out to a school dance or had one of those cringe middle school relationships that all of your other girl friends liked to joke around about. while every single one of your friends had a guy to gossip about, you always just sat there and listened. there were a few instances where your friends told you that a certain guy said you were cute but he wasn't going to ask you out because they didn't want to get their ass beaten by jungkook.

you honestly didn't blame them too much, since jungkook was pretty intimidating. despite that though, he wouldn't beat someone up just for asking you out. no, he would only beat them up if they ever dared to treat you wrong. maybe that was why any other boy was too intimidating to approach you. because nobody would ever be able to treat you up to jungkook's standard aside from himself. he hadn't trusted anyone else with you.

that didn't change the fact that you both felt bad for each other though. you were both missing out on a fundamental part of life. having your first significant other, first love, first kiss. the two of you were yet to experience any of that, and part of you wondered if you would ever possibly find someone who could accept the friendship you shared with jungkook. based on your luck for the past 16 years, you would guess that the answer was a no.

"i mean, i haven't either. not even my first kiss." you shrugged a bit. jungkook already knew this of course, since he would've been the first person you'd tell if it happened. he knew you were just saying this to make him feel better and he appreciated it. the two of you may never get to experience some of these things but at least you had each other's friendship.

"it sucks that we're both missing out on these things that practically everyone else has experienced. waiting for the right person is taking too long." you added on after a few moments. jungkook couldn't deny the way a small amount of jealousy flared up in his body at the thought of you finding someone to share your first kiss with. someone that wasn't him. and it seemed like he was too impulsive to keep that thought to himself.

"what better person to share your first kiss with than your best friend?" jungkook almost blurted out the sentence before he lost the sudden confidence. he had not only broken the silence between you two, but he felt as if he also broke the comfortable atmosphere. without looking down at you he could feel the way your body tensed through your thick layers of clothing.

"i mean- i'm just saying because like... we can't even find people who are comfortable with our friendship and nobody really wants to-" his jumbled up sentence was abruptly interrupted when he felt one of your mittens touch his cheek. it was if his whole body recoiled and his eyes darted down towards your face. your face was scarily calm and you were just staring at him. he was completely ready to play off what he said as a joke when you nodded.

"okay." you mumbled softly, and he swore that his heart had never started pounding so fast. due to his inexperience in romance, he had never really felt butterflies in his stomach... until now. he wanted to just take a handful of snow and shove it into his face to see if he was dreaming or actually experiencing this right now. but everything felt too real right now. he seemed to be noticing every miniscule detail right now.

the way your breath puffed softly into the air with every exhale, the soft blush that tinged your cheeks since you had just agreed to giving you first kiss to your best friend. the way that you eyes twinkled with the slight light from the city lights that were surrounding the both of you, and the snow that was still sprinkled lightly in your hair. but the most important detail that stood out to him was the way you were leaning closer to him. how those pretty lips looked like the softest thing. he found himself wondering how they tasted, and he'd be damned if he didn't find out.

and when your lips touched, all regrets simultaneously faded away.

all those years of feeling left out in life, the nights wishing that you would have someone to hold, someone to feel romance with. none of that mattered when you kissed each other. all of that was swept away, just like the breath from his lungs. he never knew that a moment like this would suddenly feel so intense, but he felt like right now he was being drowned and given life and nothing else mattered except for this kiss.

you weren't faring any better as well. the kiss was sweet. so much sweeter than you imagined. more so than the cookies you would bake together on a cold day, or the honey you would mix into your tea whenever you were sick. it's softer than the snow that surrounds the two of you in the current moment, impossibly softer than jungkook's voice whenever he's humming a tune to help you fall asleep at night.

the kiss tasted like the first shining rays of dawn, a start of something beautiful. it was a canvas upon which the sunrise of love would be painted. each touch was a brushstroke, creating a masterpiece of shared feelings written in the language of intertwined souls, feelings that had yet to be experienced until now. things that had been secretly brewing under the surface and shocked the both of you.

neither one in particular pulled away first, everything was too blurry to even remember it properly. both of you bombarded and overwhelmed with this emotions. the soft lights of the city around you which once illuminated your anticipation now exposed traces of vulnerability in both of your eyes - you couldn't help but wonder if jungkook had felt the same or if the symphony in your hearts was rather a solo performance on your side.

you had both unintentionally traveled into uncharted areas. words of everyone echoed through your mind right now, the countless times that you had been told that there was something more than just innocent friendship. jungkook could see the hesitation in your eyes, the instinct to retreat back into the safety of friendship the two of you had known for all these years. the promise to remain best friends for forever.

even the never-sleeping city of seoul and the intense snowstorm around you seemed to halt its movement, as if it was just waiting for something to be said. for a decision to be made, or for one of you to move back in again. waiting and waiting, and yet nothing ever came.

finally, a small, fragile smile spread onto jungkook's lips; an attempt to disregard the sudden tension in the moment surrounding you. it seemed to break you out of the trance you had been in, the world around you once resuming as you returned the smile back to him. as you gazed away from him and back towards the snow, the canvas filled with the starting of a masterpiece had been halted - waiting to be continued once again in the future.

your small canopy on the roof of your apartment was now a witness to what could've been, what might be. a shelf holding stories filled with chapters waiting to be filled and shared. but for now, it remained stagnant. this moment was held as nothing but that: a moment.

at least you could now join in the first kiss conversation with all of your friends.

end. ♥

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nirbobharvey · 1 month ago

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angsty-twihardxx · 2 years ago

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Hi Victoria!

I was wondering if you can write female reader with Tommy Miller. They somehow meet at Jackson and they develop a relationship. The reader is inexperienced and Tommy suggests that the reader does dry humping on his thigh since reader isn’t ready to have sex with him. While reader does this there is nipple play and he gives reader hickeys.

Also, I’m sorry if the way I requested this is weird I’m not good at writing out requests😅

A/N: omg! I absolutely loved this! Just fyi I was drinking wine when I wrote this so completely self indulgent ngl. This is my first lil request so I hope I make you proud! Also I haven’t really written a lot of smut so don’t know how good it’ll be, but anything for this sexy Texan x

Warnings: 18+ only! HELLA SMUT. This is basically filth.

@garbinge thought you might enjoy this as well (If you would like to be added to my Tommy Miller tag list lemme know) x

Come checkout my masterlist for more Tommy Miller fics here

RIDING LESSONS | T. MILLER

You were working with the horses the day he came through the gate, you were taking off one of the horses saddles when you saw him for the first time. Snow had just began to fall, a thin layer of white covering the ground. His dark-coal hair stood out from the white sky as it sat near his shoulders, his moustache covering his nearly blue lips.

Even though he was covered in layers of clothing you could tell that he was strong, his biceps hugging the fabric. His shoulders were broad, covered with a thick denim jacket.

Your face went red in embarrassment as his golden brown eyes locked onto yours, but before you could advert your eyes he sent a warm smile your way. It was quick and sweet the way it all happened, nothing out of the ordinary it seemed on the outside. Not knowing that each other’s heart picked up a few more beats per second, Tommy was no longer worried about the chill on his fingertips. Instantly for no apparent reason his mind told him to walk up to you and introduce himself.

But before he could take a step towards you he was swooped away by Maria for a tour.

Growing up in Jackson, you were never interested in dating. You spent most of your teens busy surviving from infected to worry about what boys looked cute. You guessed without thinking you continued that way of thinking, even though growing to be a mature woman and living in a safe commune where you could live a ‘normal life’. Like many other people your age were finding partners, getting married and having kids you continued to work and keep yourself busy.

Since Tommy arrived, he had worked hard to find you again. He hoped he would patrol so he would have an excuse to go to the stables and talk to you. But no luck, he had been working non stop helping patch up some buildings before the snow was at its heaviest. He had been installing a new roof on one of the shops when he saw you walking along the streets with some crates.

Even though you were wrapped in a thick coat and your hair was covered in a beanie, he still recognised you. Standing up Tommy told the others he’d be back.

You were trying to carry more than one crate at once, even though your arms weren’t long enough to do so you still tried. ‘Your a stubborn one’ he thought to himself as he got closer. Fog flew from your mouth as you huffed in frustration.

You jumped when you felt another hand brush past yours and lift the crates out of your arms. “You're alright, I got it.” You blushed, as he flashed you that same smile when you first saw him, it never failed to send you butterflies. “Thank you—“ You dragged, realising that you in fact hadn’t figured his name yet.

“—Tommy.” He finished for you, his Texan accent made your stomach do somersaults. “Where you want these darlin’?”

“Oh, just drop them off at the bar thank you. Got some orders to drop off today.” You tried your best to compose yourself, usually when men in town would flirt you would let them down softly. Say the usual line, sorry not interested. But this man you had barely met had you intrigued.

“Y’need any help?” Tommy placed the boxes down for you with ease then resting his fists on his hips as his eyes landed on you again. You couldn’t help but pause again, the way his muscles formed under the sleeves of his shirt. Or how his hair stuck to his ivory skin, even though it was absolutely freezing he still had broken a sweat. There was just something about his eyes on you that made you melt into a puddle.

“Uh yeah sure, if you're not busy. But I was going to have a bite to eat first if you wanted to join me?”

. . .

It was nearing Christmas and you and Tommy were getting pretty serious. Doing all the things that couples do, he spent so much time at your house anyway he basically lived there so that transition went smoothly. You went on dates, amazing ones.

Just a few weeks ago he had taken you on the horse out to a secret lookout he had found on his travels. And to say it was beautiful was an understatement, he found a spot and the two of you sat near the edge of the high cliffs and watched the water. You hadn’t ever really been outside of Jackson much, you never really had a reason too. “Maybe I’ll take you out further next time, find a nice little place to camp for the night.” He told you, draping his arm to hang loosely over your shoulders. It was relaxing, being with him you never felt any pressure to do anything you didn’t want to.

“I think I’d like that.” You responded honestly, never would you of gone out here with any of the other boys you dated. But from some of the stories he told you about himself, you knew that he’d take care of you.

And he did extremely well, a part of you felt bad that you couldn’t do more, when it came to being in a relationship. Sexually that is. But you couldn’t stop the anxious feeling you got whenever the subject was mentioned. ‘What if I’m not good enough at it? What if it hurts? What if he gets sick of waiting?’ That was your biggest fear, so you had a plan to lose your virginity.

Everyone had been working hard to pull together a big dinner for everyone, roast chickens from the pen inside the compound and lots of vegetables. There was even kids playing along the street by the giant Christmas tree. They had been doing this here since they had the supplies for it so this was something you were used to. Tommy on the other hand, looked taken aback. “What do you think?”

“I haven’t seen anything like it in years.” He smiled as his hand squeezed yours in reassurance, that he was happy. You knew that he had left his brother in Boston QZ, so you understood that this was going to be hard for him. You hoped you could do a good job of distracting him tonight, after dinner.

As soon as Tommy closed the door behind you, both of you stripped off your coats. The fireplace was blaring heat throughout the home. You were taking off your boots when a pair of hands spun you around. Tommy wrapped his arms around you and placed a chaste kiss on your lips. “Thanks for tonight baby. I loved it.” He spoke softly, his eyes softening as he smiled.

You took this as your chance, you moved in for another kiss. Except now you pushed onto his lips harder, wanting to fill the space between you. Wrapping your arms around his neck you moaned into his mouth, his rough hands danced up your spine, sending you goosebumps. Tommy was surprised at the way you leaped onto him, not that he was complaining.

Tommy was expecting to have a quiet night in, the two of you huddled up on the sofa and you reading to him the newest book he found for you on his last patrol. He thought he was going to fall asleep in your lap, and he would have been happy with that.

Not that he complained when you grasped his wrist in your hand and dragged him up the hallway and pinned him against the closed door, kissing him fevently.

As his lips dragged down along your jaw, Tommy took another step forward. The two of you moving past the door, you let out a small gasp as the back of your knee met with the soft fabric of your bed. ‘Holy shit you're actually going to do this?’ You tried to ignore that part of your brain as your body instinctively fell backwards into the mattress.

Tommy soon followed, climbing over the top of you has his chest hovered just a few centimetres above you. His shoulder length hair curtaining you from the outside world, you were safe here— just the two of you. Your fingers laced through his curls and tugged on them, needing him as close to you as possible.

Then why did you feel so uneasy? Maybe it was meant to feel that way, a friend of yours telling you when you're close to an orgasm you can feel it in your stomach. Was this it?

“What’s the matter baby? Y’alright?” He pulled back, noticing how your body began to stiffen underneath him.

You sighed, annoyed with yourself. “I just- I wanted to try and go all the way. But I-I dont think I’m ready.” You dropped your gaze, an annoyed huff leaving your mouth.

“And I told you I’m more than happy to wait for you baby, why are you so worried about it all of a sudden?” His frown deepened at your lack of silence, his hand moving to gently pull a piece of hair behind your ear.

God he loved you, and he would do whatever it took to make sure you knew that. He would wait as long as it took. He never wanted you to think that you had to rush into anything with him, he would wait forever.

“I just don’t want you to get bored with me.”

Tommy’s eyes softened, which you hated. That look that made you feel like a child, the same pitiful look that everyone gave you when they heard about your sex life— or lack thereof.

“Darlin’ I could never get bored of you. Trust me, I’m happy to wait as long as you need too.”

“I want to— I just want to go slow.” Your cheeks warmed, at the tension pooling in your underwear. You weren’t stupid, you grew up around your share of horny teens who never stopped talking about sex. Even growing up your friends told you about their experiences, what it felt like. You just haven’t met someone that you wanted to do it with, until now.

Your body reacted in a way you never experienced before when you met Tommy. He made you want to try new things, when his large hands lingered on your skin it made you want to do all the things you read about. Especially because Tommy was so much more experienced than you, feeling a bit inadequate when he told you how different he was before the outbreak. Not that he ever deliberately made you feel bad, he made it his mission to make sure you were comfortable.

“Well how about we try somethin’ else, yeah?” He flashes a playful grin your way as you nod. Cocking your head to the side, confused what else there was to do? “Why don’t you take those off for me sweetheart?”

He indicates to your pants, you pause up and look at him, innocence and confusion written all over your face. “You trust me baby?” You nodded again, your mouth failing you. “I need your words sweetheart.”

“‘Course I trust you.” That was all Tommy needed because he was up off the bed in a heartbeat, he reached his hand out to you which you took. As your feet landed on the wooden floor you quickly made work to throw your pants on the ground, leaving you in just your shirt and underwear.

You thought you had a pretty decent idea about sex, until you saw Tommy move to sit on the edge of the bed. Tommy noticed your confusion and gently patted his thigh. “Come take a seat darlin, I got lots of ways to make you feel good.”

You felt the same tingling in between your legs as he spoke, there was something so dirty about it that made you feel good.

Tommy helped you as you moved to sit on his thigh. He grasped onto your hips and held onto you firmly, you wrapped your arms over his neck again for stability. You tried to act like you hadn’t noticed his erection throbbing under you.

“Now I’ll help you alright darlin’? Just watch what I’m doing.” He whispered into your ear as his grip on you tightened. Your hips grind slowly onto the denim pants that he wore, he moved you slowly. You closed your eyes as the friction on your clothed pussy had your stomach in knots, this was the feeling your friend was talking about.

“You feel good baby?” Tommy’s voice was like a dream for you as his hands still worked your hips on him, his worries dissipated as you mewled into his shoulder. “‘Feels like fireworks.” You gasped, your eyes squeezed shut.

“That’s good baby, y’reckon you could do it yourself?” Tommy looked up at you earnestly, his eyes glued on your face as the pleasure pooled in your stomach. You nodded vigorously, concentrating on moving your hips at a steady pace. Tommy groaned as you leaned harder onto him, his hot breath on your ear had your hips snapping.

“Lean back baby.” He breathed, helping you as you did so. His cock twitching in his pants at the sight of you. Your head tipped back as your mouth fell open, the sounds that were falling out of your mouth was going to make him bust in any minute. Without hesitation he ripped off the button up you had on, you were too busy anyway to scold him for ruining your one nice shirt.

His calloused hands made quick work to cup your breasts as they bobbed with every snap of your hips. “Let’s take this off shall we? Keep going baby, doin’ so good for me.”

Hearing him praise you like that had you weak, your rutts had quickened with your uneven pace. You could feel your stomach tightening with every passing second. A part of you wondered why you were so nervous when something like this could feel so good.

You simply lifted up your arms, letting Tommy take off the bra for you. Shuddering as the cold air reached your now hardened nipples, but was quickly erased as you felt his lips on them, using his tongue to capture the hardened bud. His other hand kneading your breasts, you felt like you were going to explode.

“Tommy I-I think—“

“Y’gonna come for me darlin’?” Tommy already knew the answer as your breath hitched, using this as his time to move his attention to the other side. You didn’t know how much longer you could go, all the pressure inside you was looking and you couldn’t hold on much longer. The way Tommy’s hands attacked at your breasts in an animalistic way you had never seen before, you loved the way his rough hands felt on you.

You needed him everywhere.

Tommy somehow understood the best way to make you unravel on top of him. “C’mon baby come for me.” His hand travelled to the back of your neck, pulling you back against his chest. His mouth attacked at the skin of your neck this time, sucking on the soft nape and leaving red angry marks along your beautiful neck. He fucken loved the thought of the two of you walking into town and everyone being able to see his handiwork all over your body, they would all know that you're his.

Just the thought of it had your body shake as the pressure in your stomach snapped, your orgasm coursing through your body. “Oh my god Tommy!” You cried out, all you could see was white as your hips shook uncontrollably on top of his, your entire body shuddering against him.

“That’s it baby good girl.” He praised you again, pressing his mouth to leave another hickey on your neck. Not that you would notice, still coming down from your high you could barely hear a word coming from Tommy as your ears rang.

Gently, he lifted you up to place you down on the bed and lay beside you, watching as your chest raised quickly and fell just as fast. If it weren’t for the smile on your face he would be worried that he’d taken it too far. His hand softly brushed against your arm, his touch now soft and gentle, like the last twenty minutes didn’t happen. “How was that baby?” He asked softly, as if deep down he was still a little bit conscious.

“That was amazing.”

“I can tell, made such a mess on my jeans.” He smiles devilishly at you.

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lesone-shot · 2 months ago

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Installer

Billie Eilish x Fem!reader In which a worker you hired shoots her shot TW: none

"Good afternoon" You greeted the workers you hired to add solar panels to the roof of your house.

"Afternoon, ma'am" One of them greeted you with a country twang in his voice. "The estimated time for this to be done is around a couple of hours".

One of the men accidentally dropped a panel on the roof tile, cracking it slightly. "And we'll have your roof fixed too". The only woman there stepped forward, dusting her dirty hands off with a rag. She flashed a smile that instantly made your insides melt.

"Thank you" you managed to say, grinning back at them all, the woman's eyes still on you. "let me know if you need any water, maybe some snacks, or if you need to use the bathroom".

"Will do!" The youngest responded back. You gave the woman one last glance before disappearing into your house.

It was not even an hour later before you heard a knock on your door. You were peacefully reading a magazine on the couch, you glanced up at the door before standing up. "Uh, hi", the woman from earlier waved to you with a sheepish smile.

"My buddy needs a water if that's okay, and I do need to use the restroom as well". "Of course, come on in" you smiled as you welcomed her in. You grabbed a water bottle from your fridge and gave it to her buddy who patiently waited. You shut the door, "Bathroom is this way".

The woman bit her lip as she followed you. You opened the bathroom door and showed her it. "Thank you. I'm Billie by the way" she smiled. "Interesting name" you smiled and walked back to the couch.

5 minutes later, Billie walked out, drying hands on the hand towel. You watched her from your couch, "Can I get you anything else?"

She chuckled. "Maybe your number?" Billie shot her shot, making you blush.

"You want my number?" you asked with a little disbelief. This woman was beautiful, hot even, and she was asking for your number. Did you die?

"Yes, I do" Billie chuckled again, fiddling with her fingers as she waited with that cute, flirty smile on her face. Of course, you caved. You would love nothing more than for her to call you. "Sure", you quickly grabbed a little piece of paper, jotting down your number on it and giving it to Billie.

Billie took it with a twinkle in her eyes. "Thank you..." she trailed off looking again at you.

"Y/N"

"Y/N" she repeated back, "Beautiful name" Billie winked before making her way out of your house. You followed and shut the door behind her, sliding against it with a dreamy smile on your face.

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keepwaitingforyou · 2 months ago

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TUTORIAL ON HOW I MADE THESE GRAPHICS:

as requested by anon

(Note: These sorts of icons, which you can see at @/oldinterneticons, are usually 100x100px but I made mine bigger so the quality will look slightly better and because for what I originally made them for the size doesn't really matter. Also I used photoshop and premiere pro just because those are the programs I have and know how to use but I'm sure there's a million other programs that will do the same thing, even microsoft paint will work for the first two)

photos I used:

For the border I just used the pencil at 2px and drew a black line around each picture. To make flashing text you just change the color of the text on each frame of the gif and make sure it's at the same place in every frame. Since I'm on photoshop, I just duplicate the text layer and align it with the previous layer and change the color of the text. The font I used is Cellar, which I had to download and install to use in photoshop. These are how they end up:

photo I used, as well as the graphic I made using the pencil tool in microsoft paint (which was originally a drawing found in one of Dylann's notebooks)

The process for the text on this one is essentially the same as the last one with making the same text on each image but just changing the color, but since it changes one letter at a time, it needs a new frame for each letter, which I just do by making a new text layer and changing which letter is red, then saving each layer as a separate image. The border is also added the same way as the last one, just drawing a 2px line around the picture.

I also changed the color of the drawing on it from red to white on each frame:

For this one when I put them all into premiere pro I repeated the last two a couple times in order to make the flashing text at the end

photos I used:

The quote I used from his manifesto, "someone has to have the bravery to take it to the real world, and I guess that has to be me," has 21 words. Instead of choosing 21 pictures I just chose 7 and repeated them 3 times, and chose 3 other pictures for the dylann, storm, roof text at the end. I put a solid black layer over each of them and lowered the opacity to make them darker

The process with the text is the same as on the last one, just putting a new word on each picture and saving them all separately. Font I used for this one is Bell MT

putting the pictures together to make gifs:

I'm not familiar with video editing software enough to be able to recommend any alternatives to premiere pro, which is what I used, but the process is so simple that I think most programs would be able to do it

literally just put all of them next to each other and export it as a gif. you can change how long each photo is shown, and if needed you can go back and just speed up or slow down the final gif

hopefully this tutorial makes sense, sorry if it doesn't

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timberleaf · 16 days ago

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hapan-in-exile · 6 months ago

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Volume 4 - Post #8: Baby, You're the Best

Another installment in this ongoing serialized fanfic

GIF by djo

Genre: Mandalorian x Fem! Reader

Total word count: 4K (eighth post in Volume 4)

Rating: Explicit - smut, language, +18 *NSFW*

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VIII. Once the tin siding of your clapboard hut is within view, you break into a run despite your legs trembling beneath you. The wash of anxiety from riding the speeder bike shudders through your body in receding waves of nausea and panic, tilting the world on its axis until you have to pause to clutch at your stomach.

Before you can steady yourself—you sink to your knees, gag, and heave bile onto the dirt path.

The thrill is undeniable, but so is the terror. The illusion of control is just that, an illusion. Gone in an instant with one wrong sightline or shift of your shoulders. There’d been a moment when your life had flashed before your eyes, when you nearly crashed the bike into a retaining wall making a sharp left turn. And then again, dodging the pylons under a water tank.

But you did it. Not long ago, you would have been stuck, trapped inside the TaggeCo compound with no way out, but today you got on the fucking bike, shifted into gear, and rode that bitch to freedom.

You’d happily thank the Mandalorian for his exasperated yet efficient tutelage—but seeing as he couldn’t care less about being here, this victory is entirely yours. Should it come up in conversation, you will definitely leave out the part where you got tossed over the front of the speeder, braking too hard.

Fortunately, you didn’t crash in view of the guards. They were more than happy to nod you through the exit wearing a Tagge Corporation uniform stolen from the medical offices, along with someone’s very well-tailored flight jacket.

Your heart had been racing so hard you could barely hear them over the pounding of your pulse against your eardrums, fearing they would recognize you as Kessen’s…escort, who had passed through the gatehouse hours earlier. But apparently, they hadn’t noticed anything higher than your tits and didn’t realize the ‘doctor’ waving at them as she left work for the day, was actually the same person.

How would the bodyguard react when he returned to the clinic looking for you? Or when he discovers that you’d taken his speeder? It’s parked outside the same public hall where you both play Sabacc. Hopefully, he’d spot it the next time he visited the tables.

But for now, you feel safe. However much Kessen ingratiated himself with the locals, drinking at the cantinas and playing cards, he was aligned with the Tagge family. None of your neighbors would tell him where to find you.

Although, anything is possible with enough money…

No. No! You’re being paranoid. Johar Kessen is expecting to see you at the bonfire. You’ve got at least three or four hours before you have to worry about anything more complicated than crumpling into a ball of blankets and staring up at the ceiling.

You wipe your mouth clean with the back of your hand and haul yourself upright.

Lakarani huts were all constructed in a circular design, with thick oilskin tarps stretched over their vaulted wooden beams to form a domed roof at the top. Inside, the interior walls, about shoulder height, divided the space into segments like the spokes of a wheel. It created sleeping stalls that afforded some measure of privacy once you’d draped a few curtains overhead. You pull them aside, ready to crawl under the covers and collapse into unconsciousness.

But for the second time that day, you find someone has left a gift on top of your bedroll.

Humia—it couldn’t have been anyone else—had laid out a dress for you, presumably, to wear to the bonfire that night.

It’s a silvery-blue color that hugs your body to the waist, then widens into a soft, flowing skirt. Obviously, one of her own, given the size, but you have to admit that it looks gorgeous on you, clinging to your breasts and curves. The tension in the fabric pulls tight across your wide hips, creating this little swell between your thighs where—

You tear the dress off, ripping the bodice in your frantic efforts to get it over your head.

What had, seconds ago, seemed like a simple gesture of friendship suddenly feels vulgar and manipulative. Was she hoping to offer you up to Kessen in a pretty little package? She’d been so eager about the idea of you meeting him there.

What had she said…it’s not much of a heavy lift, surely?

With both hands, you grip the soft fabric between your fists and begin tearing the dress to shreds. It’s petty vengeance, but it feels so fucking good.

The rage building in your chest is pure and honest. You let it guide every wrenching pull until your heart is racing. Hair swings about your face, tendrils sticking to your sweaty, flushed cheeks. You’re breathing so shallow and fast now that you start to get dizzy again and have to brace yourself against the pillows.

That’s when your fingers brush against the stiff and silky ridges of embroidery. Under your scattered pillows is a thin leather sheath decorated with crescent moons and stars and night blossoms—flowers that only opened under moonlight. The color of the embroidered thread matches the dress perfectly. Too perfect to be a coincidence. The dress and sheath are a set, and—you make a concerted search of blankets and discover—yes, a sash to wear over both. It’s Lakarani festival attire.

Oh, you are such an asshole.

The sob that rises from your chest takes you by surprise. But as soon as it passes your lips, there’s no point in trying to hold back. You sob and howl like an animal caught in a hunter’s trap. And why not? You’re just as helpless.

Humia, Nito, Johar, Mando…you don’t know how to fix any of it.

Alright, just breathe. Breathe, dammit.

The origin of the dress did not, in and of itself, change Humia’s intentions. Honey is the word she used this morning, because using you as a honey pot is exactly what she has planned. However—that crude intent did not change the generosity of her gesture. Between the Hutts and the Tagge family, the Lakarani struggled to preserve their cultural traditions. Honatoka is supposed to be a week-long festival celebration, and it had been reduced to twelve hours of leave from work, granted by the people who thought of their sacred holiday as a sex party.

Your anger at Humia might be justified, but nothing can justify your reaction. You have to make this right.

Osram, the Echani who ran the wash house, also did some tailoring. Maybe he could repair—you glance down at the strips of frayed and puckered fabric—okay, remake the dress? In fact, that might be an ideal cover to approach him.

You don’t have all the details worked out yet, but you’re percolating on a plan that would involve Osram combing a few of the uniforms you stole to accommodate Nito’s four arms. There aren’t any Ardennians currently working for the Tagge family on Lakaran, as far as you know, but that was the magic of a uniform and lab coat. As long as it was freshly laundered, crisp, and pristine, no one saw past it. You could even coach Nito to recite some incomprehensible monologue about creatinine clearance if he was questioned.

Because Nito’s right. You need him to pull this off. It went against every instinct, but having him and the kid by your side might be the best way to keep them safe.

Nito is a child—they are both children—and yet he probably knew more about survival than you did. Sure, you had suffered, been ripped away from the loving arms of your family. But you had never gone hungry, never worried about where you would sleep at night. You had people who cared for you, if not about you. Love did not keep a child from starving or being murdered in an alley for the coins in their pocket.

Nito had survived the streets of Coronet City, navigated street wars, and negotiated his way out of all of it. Mando had little patience for the Ardennian’s sardonic immaturity, but he respected Nito’s expertise. So should you.

But getting him inside the Tower…ugh?!

Kriffing hell, what are you going to do about Kessen? There’s just no denying that crossing the skybridge on level seven of the residential tower is made infinitely easier with Johar’s help. Without him, you’ll need to come up with some compelling cover story, like maybe Nito was a specialist who had traveled to Lakaran to consult with you on a medical issue…or the Child is Ephram Tagge’s newest pet and you were both very legit veterinary professionals delivering him…

Or you could just waltz through the front door with Johar Kessen, no questions asked.

And then what? Do you involve him in the entire plan to take over the Tagge refinery?

Deep down you know that’s not your call to make. Not alone anyway. But you are loath to tell Humia about this. She will be ecstatic, of course.

And then there’s telling Mando, who will be…who the fuck knows what the Mandalorian’s reaction will be.

Is there some way you can get Kessen’s help without resorting to seduction? Right now, that seems naive, bordering on delusional. Especially after he’s made his desires clear. Back at the clinic, he had been seconds away from placing your hand over his cock before the guard on patrol barged in. And you still don’t have an answer for what would’ve happened next.

Would you have passively let it happen? Let him pull you into his arms, onto his lap. Let him take you on the exam table?

That’s what scares you most. The thought that you might recede inside yourself so he could use the body you left behind. If it meant that he would help you? If it meant you could defeat the Tagges? You were willing to sacrifice your life for this cause. Why is this any different?

Maybe you could pretend it was your choice. Maybe you could try to enjoy it.

But it wasn’t something you would choose. Not when your head is so confused with thoughts about Mando.

Perhaps the Mandalorian wouldn’t care? If he’s putting this distance between you…

Blessed mother, if you tell Mando about Johar Kessen and he encourages you to sleep with him, it might actually destroy you.

No. The solution, as it stands, is to avoid crossing paths with the bodyguard ever again. Kessen would find some enthusiastic partner at the bonfire tonight, very eager to have sex with him in a moonlit field, and that would be the end of it. He would lose interest in you. His newfound love for the Lakarani would turn him against the Tagge family. He'd join the revolution, and it would have absolutely nothing to do with you.

Erenada, you really are delusional.

As you sob into the crook of your arm, you tell yourself to let it go. But it’s too much to let go of in one night. The weight of the cause, the guilt, your anger, and most of all, Mando and everything you might have been—it’s more than you can lay aside in a single bout of tears.

You do your best, though. It’s difficult to reach for your powers—particularly to wield them on your own body—when your mind is scattered to pieces. But you manage to reduce your hormone levels and blood pressure. Just enough to stop the racing thoughts. It’s not something you’d ordinarily do. To turn off your capacity for pain and anguish is to risk losing your empathy. It’s what had turned Tigran into a monster. You just need enough peace to find sleep.

When you’re all out of tears, you lift your head from the damp pillow to crawl under your blankets. By then, your head aches from sobbing, and exhaustion drags you down within seconds, too deep for dreams.

*****

Halfway into your troubled sleep, a muffled but insistent beeping noise wakes you. You’ve never quite shaken that soldier’s battle readiness—a quick jolt of unease, and you’re immediately alert. You start patting down your rucksack when you realize the sound is coming from your communicator.

A glance toward the window tells you there must be another hour or so before sunset. The sky is still alight with the dusky haze of twilight. And yet, the usual noisy chorus of neighbors is missing.

Apart from the soft creak of the laundry line outside, it’s surprisingly quiet. You can’t sense Davik or Serenio’s presence either. Everyone must be down at the river already, awaiting the totality of sunset next to the bonfire, celebrating with music and dancing along the spiraling jetty.

Vigilance costs nothing, so you double-check that you are indeed alone before pulling out the communicator. Holding it inches from your face, head cocked in disbelief, you see that someone has sent you their location coordinates. The signal originates from...inside the hut?

No. That can’t be right. Unless—no, you drop your gaze from the cloth tarps overhead. They’re under the hut, right below you.

Panicked at the implications, you try to focus and regain your bearings. Where are your boots? The signal remains motionless, waiting for you. It must be an emergency for Nito to risk coming here. You pray nothing has happened to the kid. You throw on the first thing you pull out of your rucksack and rush towards the door.

Remembering that security drones could be anywhere, you step onto your clapboard porch as if you’re making a routine trip to the privy, your new robe cinched around your waist. Admittedly you wouldn’t normally wear something this nice to take a shit in a compostable toilet, but that hardly seems like the most pressing concern at the moment.

Swallowing a lump the size of your fist, you turn onto the rocky path sloping downhill between the houses with performative calm. When you step into the shadows between the cantilever beams underneath your hut, you release all the breath you’ve been holding.

“Nito?” you whisper, directing your question into the darkness.

But it’s Mando who emerges into the dappled light, his Beskar reflecting the soft twilight haze like a halo.

“Thulani,” the low, gruffness in his voice as he says your name makes your skin flush with heat, from your cheeks to your chest, to between your thighs.

You want to go to him. You want to wrap your arms around him. You want to shove him against a wall and demand to know where he’s been. You want to kiss him or simply run back to the hut and slam the door in his face. You have no idea what you want, so you stand there with your arms crossed anxiously over your stomach until you hear yourself ask, “What are you doing here?”

There’s clearly no emergency. The Mandalorian saunters toward you with that slow, rolling stride you love to watch so much.

Now you want to scream at him. This is such a stupid risk to take! He’s wearing his cloak draped over him, and sure, it helped to obscure the winking gleam of Beskar. But if he’s spotted by a drone or, hell, another living soul…

There’s no good reason for a Mandalorian bounty hunter to be on your doorstep. The sight of him would set off gossip and speculation that could put the entire operation in peril.

If he had just waited for you at the Razor Crest…But, look at him! Dammit, that saunter?!

Mando shakes his head, leaning a shoulder against one of the support beams, “I came for you…” his voice trails off. “I wanted to check on you.”

How strange, to hear someone as sure and stoic as Mando sounding uncertain.

Your brain throws up warning bells. Is this the part where he launches into an explanation about why it would never work between you? Gods, if he says something about valuing your friendship, you will run down to the river and throw yourself into the current.

“How are you holding up?”

What are you supposed to say? That’s a bad habit you’ve slipped into—trying to think of what people want to hear instead of just telling them the truth.

But you have no idea what Mando wants to hear right now.

He seems so cool and collected. While you, on the other hand, can already feel yourself getting wet from his just… standing there, existing. He hasn’t even touched you yet.

“It’s been rough,” you say, your polite, passionless mask settling into place. If he’s going to play it cool, so can you. “But…we’ve made a lot of progress.”

“That’s not what I asked,” he says firmly.

When you don’t say anything more, you both fall into silence. Yet he doesn’t grow impatient or frustrated.

When Mando finally speaks, he sounds steady again. Strong. “Do you want to talk about it?”

It’s clear he has no idea what “it” is. Still, he wants to protect you from the pain of it. And gods be damned, you need that steadiness and strength. More than that, you need him.

How do you tell him that your silence feels like the best protection? Because if you don’t say another word, you might just save yourself from the humiliation of begging him to touch you.

“I’ll be alright,” is all you intend to say. But suddenly, you can’t seem to stop yourself from talking.

“It’s just…a challenge to ground myself in what’s real when I’m constantly weighing what I say and do to get the correct response from people.” Gods, it felt good to say that out loud. “I’ve begun thinking about everyone in terms of their usefulness to me. Cold calculation isn’t something in my nature, but it’s really important for the success of this mission—” You hold up a hand before he can correct you, “Job.”

But he doesn’t interrupt. Mando stays quiet, giving you the chance to let it all out.

“I worry that I’ve made a terrible mistake thinking I could do this. It’s so hard to keep track of who knows what. Which lies I’ve told to whom. What should I share about myself to earn their trust versus how much to withhold,” you sigh, throwing up your hands, fingers catching in the tangled waves of your dyed brown hair. “I don’t even look like myself anymore.”

He cocks his head, studying you intently. “You’re still the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.”

Your gaze snaps up. Oh? And your insides melt hearing the tenderness in his voice. It’s the same soft, gentle tone he used when you were lying naked in his arms. You look at him with a sudden glimmer of hope in your eyes.

The thrill of possibility spurs you forward, and you take a step closer to him. “I was worried you might not recognize me.”

Mando also steps forward. With one hand, he grips your chin between his thumb and forefinger, tilting your head back as he leans closer. He’s so tall that he looms over you. All the ambient noise around you seems to fade away. You’re completely caught in the spell he’s weaving.

Goddess, how you miss the feel of his skin pressed against yours. Please soften his heart and make him mine.

“You still have the same fiercely intelligent eyes,” he says. “Always thinking. And these lines around your mouth,” Mando’s thumb brushes over your lower lip. “From when you smile.”

Laughter bubbles up in your chest. You never have to worry about false flattery from the Mandalorian.

“See?” His hand slides along your jaw, caressing your cheek. “Same dimples.”

Oh! Oh, so you’ve just completely misread the entire situation. This whole time, you’ve been thinking that he wanted to distance himself…but there was no deeper significance to his actions. It was nothing calculated or intentionally hurtful. No message he was sending you.

He needed to see Yarella to ensure the safety of his crew, and so he did.

“Is that really what’s bothering you? I feel like there’s something you’re not telling me.”

Oh, you could fill a book with the things you are not telling him. The pain and anger. All the shit with Kessen. You aren’t going to tell him any of it.

Rationally, you understand that he can’t know he’s done something to hurt you unless you tell him. He’s never had a romantic partner before—shit, just getting him to acknowledge that his choices impact the people around him was a months-long learning process. These miscommunications will continue to happen if you don’t actually tell him when he fails to communicate.

But getting into a long conversation about feelings is the last thing you want to do right now. Talking about talking? You can’t imagine anything less sexy.

You don't want to break the spell. It’s easier to forget the hurt and pretend everything is fine.

And as for the situation with Johar Kessen? Let’s just cross that bridge when you come to it.

You wind an arm around his neck and sag against him. “I just missed you.”

Mando’s other hand palms your waist, and the part of your heart you’d been trying to bury all day leaps for joy. “Good,” he says from somewhere above your head, a smile audible in his voice.

Despite your angry panic, the desire welling up inside of you at the feel of his hands is a living thing trying to burst through your chest. It’s not easy to press yourself against all that armor—but that doesn’t stop you from trying. All the hurt and nagging concerns are meaningless. You’re fucked. Just incapable of suppressing how much you want him.

The Mandalorian bends his head to get a better look at you. “Sounds like I don’t have to worry about your new job.”

“Worry? That I’m going to hand in my resignation so I can mop floors for TaggeCo? Absolutely not,” you scoff. "Though there is something deeply gratifying about using a pressure washer."

“I didn’t think princesses knew how to mop,” he teases.

And this...this is what you missed. These tiny moments when he made you laugh or placed a comforting hand on your back. When he made you feel like there was no world outside the circle of his arms.

“Well, I wouldn’t know—what with not being a princess,” you roll your eyes. “But I was a novice at the palace temple, and novices learn to mop. And wash dishes. And do laundry.”

Fourteen-year-old Thulani would've refused to believe it, but all that drudgery has served you well. When you arrived on Lakaran, Humia deeply resented your addition to her team. “I don’t need you, and I don’t trust you, so stay out of my way,” were the first words she’d spoken to you. Then, she watched you get down on your hands and knees to scrub for ten hours without complaint, come home, and carry two heavy jugs of potable water uphill, one in each hand, from the tanker at the center of camp. She’s been considerably nicer to you ever since.

“You’re lucky I’m not the Hapan princess, by the way,” you grin, looking up into his viewplate. “The real princess would absolutely hate you. She’d never tolerate such a snarky bastard like—”

The Mandalorian moves impossibly fast. He grips your arms tightly, then pushes you away by the shoulders, pinning you against the steel support beam. Mando slams his hands on either side of you, so that you’re imprisoned by his arms. His muscular body presses against you. You swallow hard, stunned by the speed, awakening something inside you that feels a little bit like fear and a lot like lust.

“Shhh,” he says, as two of his leather fingers slide up to cover your lips.

That’s when you hear the crunch of rocks.

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0tappaja0arts · 24 days ago

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Oh Kvothe is- I am down badly. My body collapses on the floor, as if gravity became a hundred times stronger.

I am down awfully. The floor can't hold me any longer, I fall through the roof of my downstairs neighbor, smashing into the kitchen table where a few seconds ago a fine vase, gifted by a long dead grandma, is shattered to bits.

I am down terriblly. The shattered vase burrows itself in my skin and flesh as I destroy the ground and fall into the sewer. It smells weirdly familiar, somewhere a memory is repressed to no more than a painfully joyful flash.

I am down horrendously. My body can't match my soul, the first stays trapped by the cold wet stones, the second descends the abiss of hornyness. In dispair, I start cracking the stone with my bare hands, for my body lusts for my soul as my soul lusts for you.

I am down disgracefully. After too many excruciant minutes it isn't rock being grabber and thrown away, but dirty. It installs itself under my fingernails, but just for a second as the amount of soil being kidnapped from Gaia grows, so those the amount under my keratin-finger-armor. Soon it is ripped away leaving only flesh to do the job. I don't even notice it.

I am down lovecraftianlly. I now dig with the bones that once composed my arms, it was grinded away by Mother Earth's resistance. But I finally surpass the barrier. I am in the cave. I find my soul at last. Finally almost whole, the only thing lacking is you.

I am down bad. I look at you as the Devil looks at the first sin yet to be committed. As a vampire that lived for centuries on small animals looks at the last human alive. As a revolutionary looks at an unguarded prime minister. As the indominable unstoppable human spirit looks at the cold emptiness of space. I'm down bad.

okay fine, here 😭😭 just dont hurt my family

#ask box #oc #art #kvothe

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purrpickle · 10 days ago

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Can you write the first time Anil took Pin for a ride? Literal ride as first time Anil driving with Pin in the passenger seat but wouldn't complain if it ends with another type of ride

Fun fact: Rearview mirrors only became standard equipment in the mid-to-late 1960s (at least in the US) and were optional before that! The more you know when you research getting minor details right.

I figured with the timeline of the show, the first time Anil gets to take Pin for a ride really would be driving her back home after saving her from Kuea and having fun time in the rain. In the car. In public. 😀

This didn't quite go as I initially envisioned it, but I still had fun. Thanks for the prompt, anon!

Pin, the highs of her cheeks flushed as her fingers work at the rebuttoning of her blouse, murmurs just loud enough to be heard over the rain still splattering on the roof over them, "Can you even drive?"

"Of course," Anil responds, using the specially installed rearview mirror to check her headband; seemingly satisfied after running her hand over her hair one more time before pushing the mirror back into place, she rests her right hand on the steering wheel as she turns to Pin with a wide smile on her face, "I've been wanting to take you for a drive all this time."

Pausing, fingers brushing along her last button, Pin looks up. She smiles. "Really?"

"Yes!" Anil nods eagerly, eyes sparkling, "Brother taught me all there is to know."

"Is that so?" Reaching out to tuck Anil's hair behind her ear, Pin rests her hand onto her shoulder for a moment; she's unable to stop herself from stroking the bare skin of her upper arm as she moves away.

Watching the motion, Anil inhales, fingers tightening around the steering wheel before she forcibly relaxes them; still, her free hand flashes out, wrapping around Pin's.

Pin swallows as Anil's thumb rubs along the back of her hand. The simple touch evokes the echo of Anil between her legs. She can still feel how wet she still -

Anil lets her go as she turns the key in the ignition. Having been looking down at the process, she smiles as the engine turns over. "Well," she starts, both hands on the steering wheel as she turns to look slightly chagrinned at Pin, "Shall we go before the rain stops and people reappear?"

Pin blinks at her. Then looks from fogged window to fogged window. "Yes!"

They take a longer route home instead of going straight there. Pin knows Kuea must surely have already reported back to her aunt, but part of her doesn't want to care. Wants to only stay there, with Anil, Pin having eventually slid over the long bench seat to wrap around her arm, head resting on her shoulder as she feels her navigate the road before them. The other part of her wants Anil to protest, to tell her to go back to her original seat, but Anil doesn't. Instead, Anil takes advantage of every stop sign to press kisses to the top of Pin's head, her arm even wrapping around her one car-less intersection to curve her palm under her chin to draw her into a needy, searching meeting of lips over and over again until Pin pulls back with an almost breathless inhale just in time to see another vehicle come up behind them.

Anil's laugh as her foot steps heavily on the pedal to shoot them forward through protesting pools of slowly evaporating rain on the roadway easily drowns out Pin's alarm, and despite how much her chastisement falls onto an ecstatic expression and deaf ears, Pin doesn't move away from her.

Eventually, they slow again, and Anil kisses Pin's forehead again.

Not wanting to see another stop sign, Pin closes her eyes.

#the loyal pin #anilpin #aninpin #khun pin #princess anil #anonymous #anon #my fanfiction #thanks!#this has been a post

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snezario · 6 days ago

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Catch Me I'm Falling (Part 4); Vo/x

WOW. okay! honestly, i wasn't sure i was ever going to get around to finishing this installment and i did not proofread the latter half at all. at this point, i don't think i will be able to finish, mostly because of how burned out i am from work. that being said, i'm not entirely closed off to the idea of finishing because it really has been a labor of love and i do like what i had planned.

i don't know how coherent this is but it is what it is. also fair warning, this installment delves into the shippy stuff. i hope it's not too OOO but i rly wanted to subvert certain fandom/ship tropes abt them.

That evening, Alastor laid in bed staring at the ceiling. His mind was restless, he had been struggling to fall asleep for the better part of the past hour. He kept finding himself ruminating on his interaction with Vox from earlier that day–continuing to be perplexed by the whole ordeal, from his own actions to Vox’s fever-induced delirium.

When he finally drifted off, his last thought was of Vox. Most nights his sleep was a bit restless but typically dreamless. However, Vox stepping back into the picture seemed to have disrupted his subconscious. He shielded his eyes as a camera flash went off, finding himself in the midst of a vibrant and upscale social gathering.

Elegant chandeliers hung from the high ceiling, illuminating what appeared to be a spacious ballroom. From across the room he saw Vox, sporting his old unwieldy television monitor and donning a sleek navy suit. The television demon was conversing with someone, before he abruptly looked up and met Alastor’s gaze with an eager grin.

As Alastor tried to approach him, the bystanders twisted into shadows, not unlike those that he was capable of summoning. They whispered taunts and insults that became louder as they circled around him, blocking his way to Vox. Before long, darkness completely engulfed him.

He wasn’t sure how much time passed but the next thing he knew, he found himself in a dimly lit room, rain pelting the roof above him. Vox was standing in the doorway, again with his boxy monitor for a head. This time the expression on his face was starkly different from before. He was absolutely livid but there was an undercurrent of melancholy and desperation, tears welling at the corner of his eyes. As Alastor gazed at the other demon, a peculiar feeling started to bubble up within him. He couldn’t exactly place the feeling but one thing he was certain about - it was unsettling.

They continued to stare each other down, both of them frozen in place; although now he sensed the feeling evolving. He still had yet to figure out exactly what it was but it was definitely increasing in complexity and intensity. Before Alastor could say anything he jolted awake, his chest heaving up and down rapidly as he tried to catch his breath. There were beads of sweat along his hairline, which he quickly wiped away.

What was that? The nightmares seemed vaguely familiar, almost like long-forgotten, deeply buried memories. Preposterous! He shook his head as he dismissed the thought. Yes, he and Vox had a business partnership before but that’s all it ever was. Alastor didn’t regret how things turned out–the dissolution of their association was inevitable, they were always diametrically opposed. He certainly never felt a shred of anything beyond that. Never.

After taking a few measured breaths to get his heart rate under control, he glanced at the antique grandfather clock on the wall adjacent to him. It was already half past seven, a bit later than when he usually started the day.

It was probably best to check-in on Vox before he went on with his day. Alastor adjusted his tie in the mirror before slipping into the shadows.

“Ah you’re up!” Alastor remarked as he rematerialized in Vox’s room.

“Motherfucker–will you stop doing that?” Vox swore loudly, tripping backwards as Alastor fully re-formed, his shadow wearing the same sinister grin before appearing to laugh at having startled Vox. The television demon straightened out his hat with a huff, which had become askew, before fixing his intruder with a steely glare, who grinned back at him, nonplussed.

“What do you want now Alastor,” Vox glowered, folding his arms in front of his chest and trying to disregard the faint but annoying fluttering at the back of his head.

“I see you’re still ill-tempered as always.”

“And I see you’re sti–ihh! ihhHH!–” Vox’s retort was cut short as his breath caught. As much as he would have liked to push through the interruption, he knew his body would not give that kind of mercy. He at least had the good sense to cover as he forcefully pitched forward with the irritation that refused to be ignored.

“ihh’DZZSHHH! ehh… ehhHKTZZSHhiew!”

“Gesundheit. Emphasis on the ill,” Alastor added with a smirk, the contempt in his tone did not pass Vox by. Despite his frustratingly persistent grin, Alastor’s disgust was apparent– a painful reminder of the Overlord’s distaste towards himself, which seemed to have been increased ten-fold by his current health condition.

Vox sniffled damply as he straightened up, a faint blush to his screen’s usual blue hue. He grimaced–there was still a hint of irritation skittering along his circuitry.

“Can’t I just drop in on an old pal?”

“Ha yeah right,” Vox snorted, “I know you have some ulterior motive, so just gehh… gehhht–ehh’DSHHhuu! ISHHhieew!”

Vox groaned as he uncurled himself from the crook of his elbow. He saw that Alastor maintained his haughty demeanor. Well if he insisted on sticking around and refused to divulge anything further, Vox might as well try to get something from him.

“Snf! Fine, whatever. Are we ever going to talk about our deal?”

“I suppose so,” Alastor hummed, casually flicking off a loose thread from his suit, “As I promised before, I’ll help you get back into good graces with your former colleagues and you can go back to swindling sinners in no time–”

“Yes, I already know that. Skip to the end old timer,” Vox snapped, although the congestion reduced the biting quality of his interjection.

Alastor narrowed his eyes at the interruption but continued, the displeasure bleeding into his words, “Oho, how could I forget? Patience was never your strong suit. Anyways, once that’s all in order, all I ask from you is to borrow your power for a day.”

Wait what? Vox blinked rapidly, his brow furrowed as he slowly processed what Alastor said. He said so blasé as if he were merely commenting on the weather. It wasn’t uncommon for an Overlord to absorb another’s power after usurping them but borrowing it? That was unheard of. Could it even be done?

“Yes, it can,” Alastor said, reading his mind, the smug prick.

Vox scowled, placing his hands on his hips, “Okay well, if you know so much about this, please do enlighten me.”

Alastor shrugged, “There really isn’t much to tell, my dear. It’s quite simple really, it’s similar to owning another’s soul but without the immutable contract. And as soon as the day is over, your power will be reinstated. You’ll hardly notice it was gone in the first place!”

The crimson pinstriped demon continued to smile at him creepily, waiting for his response. Vox opened his mouth to inquire further, when he felt another distant but telltale tickle. Alastor’s ears flicked back when Vox inhaled sharply, his eyes watering as he tried to fight the urge. He brought a closed fist to the middle of his screen, an old habit.

“Again?”

Vox rolled his eyes, which was not an easy feat to do when his body was preoccupied with a decidedly urgent need. He brought a quivering fist to his screen as his breath caught in his throat. Why he attempted to speak was beyond him.

“Ihht’s not like I’m–hh! doing it…hhHH! ihhh? fuck–purpose.”

Stuck in an embarrassing and vulnerable position, Vox sniffled after another precarious hitch before dissolving into a frustrated bout of coughing when the sneeze failed to manifest. He scrubbed the back of his hand against his screen, knowing full well he would not be able to rid himself of the fuzzy tickle in his head, despite his best effort.

Alastor, who had previously looked expectant, was now regarding him with what was undoubtedly contempt, mixed with exasperation. He rolled his eyes when Vox stalls on the precipice of another sneeze.

“Must I do everything around here?” Alastor muttered before flicking out his hand towards Vox.

“What are yo–”

Startled by the sudden movement, Vox flinched. The virus ravaging through his system made certain systems more susceptible, so Alastor when lightly dragged a claw along his sensitive vents the irritation swelled as it reached the threshold. His body provided no warning before he snapped forward with the release he had so desperately craved.

“ehHZTSHH’uhh! hh’KZZSHH! Oh fuhhck–ihh’ZZSHHhiew! ISHHuu!”

“Goodness, a trifle sensitive are we?” Alastor commented looking up briefly at the flickering light fixture on the ceiling before he narrowly sidestepped the bolt of electricity that shot out from Vox in his direction.

Vox lifted his head a fraction during a brief reprieve and barely managed to catch Alastor’s comment. He opened his mouth but wasn’t able to complete his snarky reply, as a hazy expression clouded his face and he jerked forward again.

“ihhh’DZZTSSH! ehhH…ehh’TSHHHhiew! snfsnf! hh’ZSHHh!”

While he didn’t see it, he heard the lightbulb from a nearby lamp burst. Vox cringed internally, hoping that losing control of his powers wasn’t affecting the rest of the hotel. He heard another snide exclamation from Alastor, but wasn’t able to comprehend any of it.

He collapsed in on himself as he attempted to fight the sensation and avoid a power outage to the hotel.

“NNGXXT! eh’GNXXTCHh!”

“Ah-ah, don’t do that. I’m afraid you might short circuit holding them in like that,” Alastor chided him.

As if to punish him for his act of defiance, Vox gasped before bending over with four rapid-fire sneezes, each one just as vicious as the previous one.

“ehHH’KZZTSH! ihhDTSHHHuhh! ISHHHhiew! hehKTSHHuu!”

After that disgusting and frankly embarrassing display, Vox felt like his body was finally content with the release. Jesus fucking Christ that was intense. Cracking open an eye, Vox was startled to see a handkerchief obscuring his vision. For once he was grateful for Alastor’s old-fashioned tendencies. Without looking at him, he accepted the extended cloth, immediately proceeding to bury his face in it.

“Would it have hurt you to give me just a little warning?” Vox muttered congestedly from behind the handkerchief, hoping that it also provided a visual barrier to his embarrassment.

“But that wouldn’t be fun at all would it?”

Vox’s mouth formed into an annoyed frown while a spark of electricity bounced between his antennae. Of course! What was his purpose if not to serve as Alastor’s entertainment? As Vox dabbed his vents, a thought crossed his mind. He side-eyed the radio demon, lowering the cloth.

"Why didn't you make it a soul deal?" The question slipped out of his mouth before he could think twice.

Alastor blinked, looking slightly taken aback at Vox’s question. He hummed thoughtfully, taking a second to think before answering.

"It is simply unnecessary for what I need from you."

“Sure… I bet mine was too powerful for you to handle,” Vox ribbed stuffily, elbowing him playfully.

Alastor rolled his eyes but surprisingly didn’t flinch away from the contact, “Nonsense. I see you’re also still as arrogant as ever.”

Vox narrowed his eyes, unconvinced but he let the matter drop. Truthfully, Alastor needed Vox's soul “free” so to speak. Having him locked into any contracts would make things complicated but he didn't need to know that.

“I must be off but why don’t we agree to meet this evening, half past six. Ta-ta for now and don’t be late,” Alastor’s demon form flashed as he warned Vox of being tardy before slipping into the shadows.

Vox pushed the door open and peeked his head in. No radio demon. Tapping his foot impatiently on the floor he contemplated his next plan of action. He could wander the halls and try to locate Alastor on his own but that sounded exhausting and he really wasn’t in any state to exert himself more than it had already been through the past few days. On the other hand if he got lost and kept Alastor waiting, he would most likely be chastised ‘Punctuality was never your strong suit and it would seem that is still the case.’ He bristled at the thought.

Perhaps it was better for him to just wait for Alastor here. Walking towards the center of the room he marveled at the eccentricity of it. The bayou section was kind of calming but still mildly disturbing.

Before Vox could explore further, he felt an all-too-familiar prickling at the back of his head that caused him to stop in his tracks. He sighed internally, he should have come to expect it now. As he uselessly scrubbed his wrist against his screen, an urgent gasp escaped his lips as the sensation grew.

“Fuhhck, not ag-hhehH! hehH’KZSHH! ihhDSHHiew! ehh?...ehh’Ẕ̴̡̱̮͙̱̞̇̈́̓̈̏͌̑̐̈́͠Ẑ̶̰̰͈T̷̨̙̮̱̰̗̪̫̮̍́͑̆̈́͑̈́͗̀̂̚͜Ĉ̴͙̣̆̾͌̾̿̚H̶̪̪͍̙͍̮̓́͌̔͘H̴̨̢͉̗͕͊̈́́͋͝͝huuu!

The last sneeze sent him stumbling backwards into one of the bookcases, knocking over several of Alastor’s knick knacks in the process. Fuckfuckfuck, he did not want Alastor thinking he was poking around his room.

When he finally regained his footing, Vox hastily began to put everything back in place before Alastor returned. As he started to adjust the placement of the last object he paused, feeling drawn to it. It was the picture frame that Alastor’s shadow wouldn’t let him get a good look at that night they made the deal. He removed it from the shelf and his eyes widened as examined the photograph nestled inside.

The sepia-tinted photo scrap, the ragged edge on one side, it was unmistakable. The only picture he ever managed to get Alastor to pose for.

No. Fucking. Way. Alastor actually kept it?

Gently tracing a claw along the glass separating the image from the outside world, Vox stared at his older self–the old unwieldy CRT tv screen for a head he had jarringly woken up in Hell with and the pale mustard turtleneck that he had been so fond of. He had kept the half with Alastor, who was as timeless as ever, looked almost exactly as he did in the present. It was buried at the bottom of one of his drawers and although he hadn’t looked at it in years, he never had the heart to get rid of it for good.

He gripped the frame tighter as the memory flooded his mind.

Vox beamed as he stepped into the spacious foyer where the annual Overlord gala was being held that evening. The marble floors glistened, crystal chandeliers above the guests twinkled, refracting the warm lighting throughout the space. It was everything he could ever have dreamed of. He glanced around, scanning for a familiar face amongst the sea of guests. He and Alastor agreed to meet at the gala rather than arrive together because according to Al, he

“Oh Vox, we are delighted to have you join us in the ranks of Overlords.”

Vox turned around at the sound of Carmilla Carmine’s voice. She approached him adorned in a chic black and white cocktail dress, Zestial at her side. His eyes widened, he shouldn’t have been so taken aback to see them but since becoming an Overlord he hadn’t hadn’t actually had much time to speak with any of the other Overlords let alone the legends themselves, Carmilla Carmine and Zestial.

“C-Car-Carmilla and Zestial,” Vox stammered as he fiddled with his bowtie, which seemed tighter than he remembered putting it on. He vigorously shook each of their hands, “A pleasure to meet you both in the flesh.”

“The pleasure is all ours. We just wanted to extend our hospitality and ensure that you are properly enjoying yourself,” Carmilla said with a rare grin.

“Your generosity is deeply appreciated. It really is an honor to be here, amongst you all. I couldn’t have done it without the support of my business partner, Alastor,” Vox responded enthusiastically and tried to fix them with his most charismatic smile but it felt unusually awkward and stilted.

“Where is your business partner? I heard you two were inseparable.”

Vox felt his screen heat up at Carmilla’s comment. He laughed self-consciously before whipping his head side-to-side as he tried to locate the famed radio demon.

“Ah well he should be here. We spoke about it yesterday. Alastor–”

“Oh dear, are my ears burning?”

At the sound of the familiar radio-filtered voice, Vox’s smile softened and the pit of anxiety in his stomach dissipated instantly. He turned in the direction that the voice came from to see Alastor right next to him. Jesus, he was going to give Vox a heart attack one day. Even though he looked exactly as he always did, Vox swore he seemed to exude a touch of radiance that he had never sensed from him before.

“Ah Vox, I see you’ve met Carmilla and Zestial. Now tell me, what gossip have I intruded upon?” Alastor asked brightly with his ever-present grin. Vox occasionally wondered if he ever got tired of smiling all the time.

“Alastor,” Carmilla nodded in acknowledgement, “We were just congratulating your friend on his new title.”

Vox had to bite back his surprise at Carmilla referring to him as Alastor’s friend. He was always quick to correct people when they made the assumption that they were nothing more than business partners. He studied Alastor’s face after she said it, but his expression remained neutral and to Vox’s astonishment he didn’t correct the weapons dealer.

“Right, well don’t let me get in the way of such scintillating conversation,” Alastor said breezily, as he made eye contact with Rosie. He dipped his head a fraction, turning back slightly towards Vox as he spoke, “Do join us when you’re finished, hm?”

Before Vox could ask him to stay, he was already halfway to the cannibal Overlord, leaving Vox feeling slightly awkward. He grinned sheepishly at Carmilla and Zestiall and shrugged.

The rest of the night was a whirlwind, Vox was constantly being congratulated or introduced to other influential demons. None of which he had any qualms about, but he was starting to feel just a little weary when he vaguely heard someone ask him about Alastor.

Actually, Vox hadn’t seen him since he’d first arrived and realized that he had been so wrapped up in the glitz and glamor of it all that he had forgotten to link back up with Alastor… He scanned the ballroom until his eyes fell on a scarlet demon in a similarly colored, pinstriped suit. He nodded curtly and excused himself from the present conversation, not that he had been paying much attention for a while.

“And here I was telling Rosie, you’d blown us off,” Alastor hummed as Vox pushed his way through the crowd to the table where he and Rosie were occupying. The radio demon looked understandably perturbed, but Rosie flashed him a sympathetic smile. Vox felt a flush creep up his screen.

“Sorry, I got a little distracted with everything–”

“Excuses, excuses…” Alastor chastised him mildly. Snapping his staff back into existence as he stood, he nodded at Rosie, “A pleasure as always, my dear, but it’s about time we head out for the evening.”

Vox trailed behind him, feeling guilty for forgetting about Alastor during the gala. He held Alastor in such high regard that the palpable disappointment weighed on him more than he’d like to admit. As they made their way across the floor, Vox heard his name being called and he turned around to see a photographer looking at him eagerly.

“Mr. Vox! Would you and Alastor mind posing for a picture for the–”

“I’m afraid not,” Alastor replied snippily, continuing to head to the exit, “We were just on our way out, if you’ll excu–”

“Come on Al, just one picture! It’s the least you could do,” Vox whined playfully as he dragged Alastor back, an action which earned him a look of displeasure and an irritated radio wave pulse through their shared connection. But Alastor compiled, rolling his eyes as the photographer lined up the shot.

Vox beamed as the flash went off, basking in the exhilarating energy of the social gathering. If he could relive any moment in the afterlife over and over again, it would be this one.

“There. Satisfied?” Alastor said tersely, fiddling with his cufflinks–a behavior that he did when he was anxious or distracted. It didn’t happen often and Alastor was too prideful to ever admit it, but Vox knew otherwise. He downed the rest of his champagne and thanked the photographer before turning his attention back to his business partner.

“Oh come on, Al. It wasn’t that bad,” Vox responded exasperatedly, before linking his arm with Alastor’s. His pulse quickened as he turned his head to ask Alastor something that had been on his mind for a while–

“And here I thought you got it all out of your system.”

Shit!

Vox fumbled with the photo, he had been so absorbed in nostalgia that he didn’t hear Alastor approach. So much for avoiding detection. “Al! I-I was looking for you–”

“Yes, I am aware. Apologies for my tardiness but unfortunately, we will have to cancel today’s plans. Now if you’ll excuse me, I have other matters to attend to,” Alastor cut him off and stepped into his room.

As Alastor stepped into a more illuminated position, he could now see that Alastor’s smile was overly taut and he stood with an unusual stiffness. Again, he wouldn’t say he was a radio demon whisperer, but being in his presence again seemed to have re-awakened a few of the subtleties he used to be able to clock with ease.

“Is… is something wrong?”

“Aha! No! Whatever gave you that ridiculous idea?”

Vox’s mouth flattened into a thin line. He thought they had moved past all this. It wasn’t perfect by any means but their relationship hadn’t been as antagonistic as it was a few days ago. Vox sighed as Alastor continued to grin patronizingly at him. He was a fool to think that his former business partner was remotely capable of even thinking about dropping the mask or showing an ounce of humanity. In fact, Vox doubted Alastor had any in his human life.

“No wonder you ran away after the fight with Adam, you were always too pussy to face anything head on,” Vox muttered bitterly under his breath.

When Alastor’s eyes flashed dangerously Vox realized he struck a nerve. In a split second, the radio demon was up in his space, towering over him in his partial demon form with several shadowy tentacles raised behind him.

“I will not tolerate your continued impudence and attempts to undermine me!”

Despite every warning bell going off in his head, Vox stood his ground.

“I wouldn’t need to if you just let down your guard for once,” he countered, puffing out his chest defiantly. Boy he wasn’t just walking a fine line, he was throwing all caution to the wind and stomping on it like it was nothing. Furthermore, he stepped towards Alastor with such brash confidence he almost thought someone else was controlling him.

Vox saw Alastor’s lips moving but the increased radio distortion made it difficult to hear, let alone to understand what Alastor was saying. A tentacle forcefully shoved Vox against the wall, while the radio demon stared at him menacingly.

Although Vox hadn’t understood a word Alastor had said in the past thirty seconds, his intentions were clear.

Vox closed his eyes and braced himself for the inevitable shadow tentacle to smack him to the floor or asphyxiate him. Except it never came. After a few tense heartbeats he decided to hazard a peek. To his surprise, he opened his eyes to find Alastor pressed up against him. No, not just that his mouth was on Vox’s mouth. After a moment’s hesitation, he leaned into the kiss, his eyes closing once again.

#fiendwriting #hazbinhyperfixation #i had a streak of inspiration to finally open the doc #it was actually mostly done for the past 2-3 months but there was a scene that wasn't quite finished and i re-wrote the bridge #is hazbin still enjoyed here?? a lot of artists seem to be scrubbing their works and distance themselves from the show/fandom recently #whatever... here's to hoping that maybe someone will enjoy

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