#The urge to just peel my skin off really sets in

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Oh?? You saw a bug??? Well that's okay it's really far awa-WHY WOULD YOU IMAGINE IT ON YOU okay don't panic this is- DID YOU FEEL THAT WHAT WAS THAT??? SCRATCH YOURSELF, BE ITCHY EVERYWHERE

[wheels-of-despair]

Taking Matters Into Your Own Hands Pairing: Eddie Munson x You Summary: Eddie's on the phone talking to a nerd, and not in bed pleasuring his beloved like he should be. Evil Woman finds a way to make him focus on the important things. Contains: A vaguely threatening attitude toward Dustin Henderson, stripping for attention, wearing Eddie's battle vest, A Warning. Words: 600ish

Dustin Henderson will be hearing from your lawyer.

You've been lying ALONE in Eddie's bed for TWENTY-FIVE MINUTES while that damn kid rambles on the phone. You gather from Eddie's side of the conversation that it's about Dungeons & Dragons. Like they don't get enough of that before school, and at lunch, and after school, and at official meetings of The Fucking Hellfire Club.

You like the kid, really you do. You like all of your Hellfire children… usually. But it's Saturday, and he's cutting in on your Eddie Time, and that is against the law. Hence the lawyer you're about to contact.

You look at your watch and roll your eyes again. That's it. You're going to have to take matters into your own hands.

No, not like that.

You're going to force Eddie to take matters into his own hands.

You didn't wear uncomfortable underwear today for nothing.

You peek down the hallway and see Eddie's back still to you, sitting at the kitchen table with the phone cradled to his ear, probably doodling something on an envelope. You roll your eyes and peel off your shirt. If this doesn't work, you're trading him in.

You take off everything except those stupid panties that have been riding up your ass all morning, and reach for Eddie's battle vest. You slip it on and turn around to check yourself out in the mirror above his cluttered desk. Not bad, Evil Woman. Not bad.

You casually stroll out of his room and into the kitchen, like your only goal is to get a drink of water. You even resist the urge to ruffle his hair as you walk by to get his attention. You approach the sink and reach up into the cabinet for a clean cup, and feel the vest lift to show off your ass.

Something clatters behind you. Did he drop the phone? You smirk to yourself and fill the cup halfway, take a sip, and set it on the counter. You slowly turn around to find Eddie staring at you with his mouth open. As you suspected, the phone is on the floor. You lean back against the counter and spread your arms along the edge, placing your palms on the cool surface to show him more of the bare skin beneath his unbuttoned vest.

Still just staring.

You can hear Dustin yelling all the way across the room.

"EDDIE! EDDIE, ARE YOU THERE?"

You cross your arms now, for maximum cleavage, and raise an eyebrow. Make the right choice, Munson.

Without taking his eyes off of you, Eddie fumbles for the phone cord and starts reeling it in. When he gets to the receiver, he holds it up to his face, mumbles "gotta go" into the wrong end, and tries to hang it up without looking. Which means banging it against the wall.

You finally take pity on him and cross the room, taking the phone from his hand and putting it back on the cradle.

He's still just staring.

You stand between his open legs and rake your fingers through his hair. Is he even breathing?

"Did I break you?" you whisper.

He nods silently, eyes wide.

"Let's try a system reboot...y?" you chuckle at your own joke and reach for his hands, placing them on your half-exposed ass cheeks. Eddie's instincts kick in, and he squeezes.

"Next time you ignore me for one of your little sheepies, I'm gonna take matters into my own hands."

He smirks.

"Which means you don't get to play."

His smirk turns to a pout.

"You feel me, Munson?"

"Yes, ma'am," he says, giving your ass another squeeze.

[ddejavvu]

Meiiiiiiii I have an idea for a blurb/fic if you're interested!! It's actually inspired by the dream I had last night :))) Remus and I (reader in this case) were best friends but Remus had a huuuge crush on them. One day they were at reader's place and reader asked him if he wanted to try some skincare stuff. He was kinda shy and insecure at first because of his scars but accepted anyway. He ended up laying in bed while reader rubbed some facecream on his cheeks and poor boy fell asleep </3 (please excuse my awful grammar :)))

"Eyes closed," You remind Remus, who's peeked a total of six times now. Really, he can't help himself. You look absolutely gorgeous hovering above him, your tongue poking out from between your lips as you concentrate on painting the gel mask over his features.

"You're sure this is okay for scar tissue?" He asks, his words muffled as he tries keeping his face still.

"Mhm," You hum absentmindedly, tracing the hinge of his jaw with the brush, layering green goop over his skin. "It'll make your skin nice and soft, Remus. It's not a peel-off, don't worry. You just let it sit there, then massage it in."

"I don't wanna get my hands sticky," He fights the urge to wrinkle his face into a grimace, and you line his nose with the stuff.

"I'll do it," You offer, trying to inject confidence into your tone that you don't really possess.

The timer that you set for the face mask to settle feels like a time bomb, ticking down the seconds until you have to - (get to?) - touch Remus's face. You've brushed a hair away from his eyes in passing, smeared chocolate off of his chin, but nothing like you're about to do.

When the alarm sounds you shut it off, tentatively reaching for his gooey face. Most of the paste has settled into his skin, and what you carefully rub away is more grainy, its moisture having done its job. He hums when you dig your thumbs into the apples of his cheeks, and his eyes flutter open once again to meet your own.

You don't need him to keep his eyes closed anymore; nothing's going to get in them. But you can't handle looking into his eyes while you caress his face, so you remind him, "No peeking."

"Sorry." He murmurs, lips brushing the heel of your hand as you rub the mask into his nose, "'Feels good."

"Just relax," You urge, praying he doesn't feel the heat radiating off of your cheeks, "I'll wash it off when you're done."

Despite your weight over his hips as you straddle his lap, he drifts off into sleep. You notice it when his breathing flattens out, his inhales aren't rugged or mismatched anymore. He's serene as you smooth the gel into his skin, and you almost feel bad when there's none left to massage onto his face.

You take a damp washcloth, clearing his skin of the leftover gunk. He doesn't wake, and you're sure it's only aiding his slumber to have a wet warmth patting down his face. You dismount awkwardly, not sure how to proceed now that he's not conscious to tell you what to do. You consider napping with him, but that feels far too intimate, but you don't want to leave without saying goodbye.

What you settle on is a bold kiss to his forehead, one that you lean down to peck against his freshly moisturized skin. That's all the courage you have, though, and once your lips drain it to his temple you bolt for the door.

You're going too fast to catch the faint smile that works its way across his no-longer-chapped lips, but it's the one Remus always has on his face at the sight of you, so you'll see it a thousand times more to come.

[vodika-vibes]

Every Time We Touch

Summary: Your relationship with Crosshair and Tech, before Order 66 and after.

Pairing: TBB Crosshair x Jedi F!Reader x TBB Tech

Word Count: 4987

Warnings: Smut. Oral (male and female receiving). Some Dom/Sub dymanics.

Tagging: @trixie2023 @n0vqni

A/N: This has been a labor of love that took me, in total, almost 16 hours to write. The first part is smut, the second part was going to be smut but I decided it didn't make sense with everything that happened. It has not been edited aside from a very rough spellcheck. Happy reading~

It’s easy, losing yourself in the ebbs and flows of the force. Especially here, on a planet largely untouched by the war.

The Marauder landed here three days ago, with the plan being that you’d move on as soon as you got a new set of orders. Only, those orders still haven’t come.

And, as much as Hunter might hate it, you decided that you needed to get off the ship, even for a little while. It’s not as if they’re going to leave without you, after all.

So here you are, sitting next to a stunning little pond with a waterfall roaring in your ears, meditating. Or, well, you’re supposed to be meditating, but really, you’re considering whether or not you’d like to go swimming.

You absently tap your fingers against your knee, before coming to a decision. It’s not like anyone is going to bother you, not at this time of night. So you unfold from your sitting position and quickly tug your clothes off.

You set them neatly on a rock, with your lightsaber and comm perched on top of the clothes, and step into the cool water. You wade out until you’re waist deep and then you dive into the water.

This is exactly what you needed, the water feels amazing against your skin, and with the moon high in the sky, it almost feels like something from a fairy tale. You know, if fairy tales generally involved skinny dipping.

You’re pulled from your thoughts at the sound of a low chuckle from the shore, and you smile when you see a familiar figure standing next to the rock holding all of your clothes. 

Crosshair lightly plucks your panties from the pile on the rock and dangles them from one long finger, before his sharp gaze finds you in the water. “Funny,” He practically purrs, “I didn’t know that there were mermaids on this planet.”

You laugh softly and swim closer to shore, until you’re able to stand on your toes, “What brings you out here, Cross?”

He absently folds your clothes and stacks them a little neater than you did, “You, of course. You weren’t in bed.”

“I needed a moment off the ship. Hunter’s practically radiating anxiety.” You answer with a shrug.

“Well, I can just about guarantee that if he knew you were swimming, naked, in a lake he’d probably have a heart attack on the spot.”

“Um…well…he doesn’t need to know?” You offer sheepishly.

“Oh definitely.” Crosshair agrees, as he peels his shirt off and sets it on the rock next to yours, “Especially since I’m joining you.”

You laugh, “Are you?”

“What? You think you’re the only one who needs a break?” Crosshair finishes stripping off his blacks, and sets them on the rock. He pauses and then sighs and grabs his comm, shooting a quick message.

You tilt your head in question.

“You’ll get pouty if Tech doesn’t join us.” He explains as he steps into the water and walks out to you. The moment he’s close enough, he pulls you into his arms, and bumps his forehead against yours.

“I do not pout,” You reply as you slide your arms around his neck.

Crosshair urges you to hook your legs around his waist, which, really, you would do anyway. “You pout.” He teases, “It’s adorable.”

You press yourself against him, “Yeah…well…cite your sources.” 

“Do I look like Tech to you?” He asks with a grin, “I’m not citing anything. You’ll just have to take me at my word.”

You release a huff of laughter, and bump your nose against his, “Thank you for inviting Tech, Crosshair. It means a lot to me.”

Something soft slides across his face, and his hand comes up to brush against your cheek, “Well, you said so yourself, the only way this works for us is if we’re in it together.”

“I can’t believe you were listening to me when I said that.” You admit.

“I have a very vested interest in making sure that you stay happy, kitten.” He replies, “And if you’re happy with me and Tech, then who am I to argue.”

“And you, Cross? Are you happy?”

“Happier than I ever thought possible,” He confirms as he tilts his head to catch your lips with his own. 

You lean into the kiss, your hands trailing up to slide through his hair, a soft moan slips from your lips, swallowed by Crosshair, as he nips your lower lip and then trails his tongue across the sore spot to soothe away the pain. 

Heavy footsteps on the shore forces him to break the kiss, pulling a whine from you as you try to follow him. Crosshair chuckles and squeezes your hip, before he glances towards the shore, “D’you have to be so loud, Tech?” He asks.

Tech peers at the pair of you, “Yes. I did not want Crosshair to shoot me.”

“As if I would.” Crosshair mutters with a roll of his eyes.

You giggle and nuzzle your nose against his neck, “Will you be joining us, Tech?”

He glances at you, and then the water, and then back at you. “I have a better idea, you both should come to shore.” Tech quickly starts tugging his own blacks off, tossing them carelessly to the side.

Crosshair exhales sharply, and you giggle. “Let it be, Cross.”

“Annoying, everything else is folded-”

You giggle again and pull him into a deep kiss, your tongue sliding across his lips and then past his lips. You map out his mouth, as though it’s the first time, and he releases a quiet groan, his strong hand tightly gripping your ass to grind you against his half hard cock.

“You’re going to be the death of me,” He breathes against your lips. “Believe it or not, I didn’t actually come out here to fuck you.”

You grin against his lips, “Oh? What a pity. Maybe Tech will be interested-” You squeak as he pinches your ass.

“Well, my plans have clearly changed, imp.” He carries you towards the shore, and only sets you on your feet once the both of you are clear of the water. 

Tech’s eyes drag down your bare body, lingering on your breasts for a moment, before he steps into your space to catch your lips in a deep kiss.

Tech kisses you like he’s trying to learn everything about you. Like kissing you will answer any and all of the questions he has about you. 

Crosshair, on the other hand, kisses you like he’s trying to take everything that makes you you and replace it with himself.

You love both kisses, almost as much as you love both men. 

When Tech breaks the kiss, you’re a little breathless, “I’m guessing you have a plan?” You ask.

“I always do,” Tech replies with a small smile, he trails his finger down your cheek, and then across your lips, “You have such a clever mouth, cyare. I want your lips wrapped around my cock.”

Your face heats, and you press your hands against your cheeks, “You can’t just say it like that, Tech.”

Crosshair coos in your ear, “Embarrassed, kitten?” He turns his gaze to his brother, “I assume you have no issues with me fucking her while you’re fucking her face.”

“I am hardly going to be fucking her face,” Tech counters blandly, and then he pauses, “Well, I did not have the intention to.”

“Not an answer, vod.”

“Oh, yes. Do what you like.”

“Well, that was never in question.” Crosshair slides his hands down your sides, “On your knees, kitten.”

You shiver under his touch, especially when his hand slides from your side to dip between your thighs. His finger just barely brushing over your clit.

You release a breathy little moan and Crosshair chuckles and kisses your jaw, before pulling his hand away from you and licking his fingers clean.

“Actually, I had a better idea than her on her knees,” Tech says thoughtfully, and once he's sure he has all of the attention, he smiles. “You on your back, Crosshair, with our cyare riding you.”

Crosshair's fingers pause on your hip, and he glances at you, “You mean I get to feel her all around me and watch her tits?” He asks with a sly smile.

You release a strangled noise and thump your forehead to Tech’s shoulder, “Why?” You ask as your face burns.

Even after all this time, you still get flustered and embarrassed when your boys talk like that.

Which is exactly why they do it, and all of you know it.

“Because you are just too cute when you are ten kinds of flustered, cyare.” Tech kisses the top of your head, and then glances at his brother, “I would suggest spreading her robe across the ground.”

“Yeah, yeah.” Crosshair drops one last kiss to your shoulder, “That was the plan.” He walks over to the piles of clothes, kicks Tech’s stuff out of the way with an annoyed grumble, and then carefully pulls your robe from the bottom of your stack of clothes.

You watch as Crosshair spreads your robes out on the sand, and then lays down on his back. And then you’re distracted as Tech takes one of your hands and wraps it loosely around his half-hard cock.

“I know my brother is pretty, cyare,” Tech teases as he trails light kisses across your cheek, “But I would like your attention too.”

You give him a few light strokes, feeling him harden under your touch, and you’re not surprised when he shoots you a slightly frustrated look. “Cyar’ika, why are you being so gentle?”

A small, almost angelic, smile spreads across your lips, “I have no idea what you mean.”

He peers at you for a moment, and then releases a soft sigh, “You have decided to be a brat tonight then?”

“I have never done anything wrong in my life-”

His hand lands, firmly, on your ass and your sentence breaks off with a startled yelp. 

“If I did not already have plans, cyar’ika, I would make this punishment much more enjoyable.” You shiver at his tone of voice, and he presses a light kiss to your forehead, as he massages the sore spot on your ass, “Perhaps later tonight.”

You watch as his gaze flickers past you, and then he locks his gaze with yours again. His rough, calloused hands settle on your hips and he lifts you just enough that he’s able to move you to stand next to where Crosshair is laying.

“How would you like her positioned, vod?” Tech asks lightly, as though he’s commenting on the weather and not manhandling your naked body.

Crosshair’s gaze drags across your body for a moment, and then he smirks, “I was going to say that I want to stuff her full with my cock, but I changed my mind.”

“Oh?”

“I want her to sit on my face.”

“Oh, but-” Two pairs of eyes lock on your face, and you duck your head, “I don’t want to hurt you-”

Crosshair laughs, “I don’t know if you remember this, kitten. But I’m a decently strong guy. You can only hurt me if you try.” With Tech’s help, the two men lower you so that you’re hovering just over his face.

“Are you sure-” You yelp when Crosshair roughly pulls you down so that your pussy is settled over his mouth. His tongue immediately darts out to drag along your folds, and your yelp turns into a moan of pleasure.

“There we go,” Tech murmurs, “No need for such anxiety, cyare.” He moves so that he’s standing next to you and he rests his hand on your head, smoothing your hair for a moment, “Open up for me, darling.”

You part your lips for him, obediently, and he presses the head of his cock against your lips.

“You remember what to do if you need a break?” Tech asks, and his gaze softens when you tap his thigh twice in quick succession, “Good girl.”

And then he pushes the head of his cock past your lips, and lets you do whatever you want.

The dual sensations of Crosshair alternating between flicking your clit with his tongue, shoving his tongue as deep inside you as he can, and sucking on your clit, combined with the feel of Tech, heavy in your mouth, and the taste of his precum on your tongue, is almost too much.

Almost.

But you’ve been in a relationship with them for a while now, and you’re not a blushing virgin anymore. You’ve had a lot of practice using your mouth on both of them, and you have a few tricks to push them over the edge quickly.

For Tech, all you have to do is trail your fingers over his balls while hollowing your cheeks and sucking hard.

Which is exactly what you do, pulling a hoarse groan from his lips, “Kriff, should have tied you up.” He gasps as his hand fists in your hair, and he starts lightly directing you how to move by moving your head for you.

Crosshair closes his lips around your clit and sucks hard as he eases two of his fingers into you and curls them, pressing them right against that spot inside you that makes you see stars.

Your hips, which had been rocking against his face, using his mouth for your pleasure, stutter as you teeter on the edge of your orgasm. You just need a little bit more, but you aren’t able to vocalize it.

Luckily, Crosshair knows you as well as you know him, and one of his fingers slides across your folds, and then further back to circle the tight ring of muscles of your asshole. 

And you shatter with an almost broken moan, your vision dimming as you plummet over the edge. 

Tech pulls himself from your mouth and Crosshair quickly lifts you and moves you down his body, quite happily pulling you down on his solid cock until he’s completely bottomed out.

“There you go, kitten.” Crosshair mumbles as he wipes his lips with the back of his hand, before he slides his hands to caress your breasts, “Move for me, sweetheart.”

“You need to open your mouth again, cyare.” Tech whispers, a proud smile crossing his face as you mindlessly obey him, “Good girl. Such a good girl.”

He’s just about to slide his cock past your lips again, and Crosshair is just about to start thrust up into you, when all three of you are distracted by heavy footsteps.

“Crosshair? Tech?” Hunter’s voice echoes from the forest, and then there’s an explosive sigh, “I’m not going to come any closer because I do not need to see what I can smell.” He sounds deeply grieved.

“Go away, Hunter.” Crosshair snaps as he pinches your nipples and pulls a soft moan from your lips. “We’re busy.”

“Yeah, I can tell.” Hunter calls back, “We have new orders.”

There’s absolute silence for a moment.

“If I have to come over there and get you-” Hunter threatens.

“We will return to the ship shortly.” Tech calls, “We need…an hour?”

Crosshair searching your face for a moment, “Not even. 30 minutes, to give her time to recover.”

“An hour would be preferable.” Tech argues.

“Five hours would be preferable, but orders are orders.” Crosshair counters. He sits up and caresses your cheek, “I’m afraid we’re not going to get to play like we wanted to, kitten.”

“S’okay.” You whisper to him, though you are careful to make sure that Tech can hear you too.

Tech settles back, “We need thirty minutes, Hunter.” He calls.

“Fine, but if you’re not back in thirty-” He leaves the threat hanging, and then he stomps away.

“You first, Crosshair.” Tech says quietly, something quietly wistful on his face, “I will have my turn when you finish. We will just have to play properly later.”

You lean your forehead against Crosshair’s, your breathing heavy, as he thrusts up into you. 

“Deal.” Crosshair replies with a glance at his brother, before focusing his attention on you, a small smirk crossing his lips, “Ready kitten?”

“Always-” You gasp out in response.

The events of Beloved happen here

“I appreciate you doing this,” You say as you press the palm of your hand over your new, well, newish cybernetic eye. You’ve come to learn that entering and leaving the atmosphere makes the cybernetic feel very uncomfortable. 

“Ya don’t have ta thank me, kiddo.” The pilot, a Chiss man with bleached blonde hair, drawls as his hands fly over the console, “Yer…da and ya…Ah still owe ya more’n ya owe me.”

A small smile lifts your lips, “You owe me nothing, Cid.”

“Bah, in yer opinion.” He glances at you, “Yer eye botherin’ ya?”

“It’s not fond of pressure changes,” You admit, “I guess that removes deep sea diver from my list of future professions.” You cast your gaze out the front window, “So this is Pabu?”

“Yup, like a glimmerin’ gem.”

“Cid, I didn’t know you were a poet.”

He flashes you a roguish grin, “Ma lady loves it.”

Your smile widens slightly, though it fades when you turn your attention back to the planet.

6 months ago, the clones turned on you and your fellow Jedi. The majority of your brethren were wiped out before they even knew that they were in danger.

You had been in the temple, catching up on some school work that you missed out on due to the war.

It was a blessing, perhaps.

After all, if you had been on Kamino, you’d definitely be dead. Rather than just…

Your fingers glide down the smooth metal of your new prosthetic arm, a gift from Senator Riyo Chuchi, just like your new cybernetic eye. She even offered you shelter for the last six months, while you recovered from your injuries.

You’ll never be able to pay her back.

Still, she swears up and down that Pabu is a safe place, a good place for someone like you to vanish. And you need to vanish.

“A’right there, kiddo?”

“Yeah. Just…lost in thoughts.”

He reaches over and lightly grips your shoulder, though he doesn’t say anything as he focuses his attention on bringing the ship down to the landing pad.

He says nothing until the ship settles on the landing pad, and then he turns to look at you, his crimson eyes scanning your face. “Bein’ a Jedi taught ya how to survive. Taught ya how to adapt. Yer gonna be fine, kiddo. An’ if yer not…jus’ give ol Cid a holler.”

You stare at him for a moment, and then you smile at him, “Thank you, Cid. Really. It’s nice to know that the Jedi still have some friends in the galaxy.”

“More’n ya might believe.” He places both of his hands on your shoulders, and squeezes, “See ya around, kiddo.”

You nod once, and then slide out of the co-pilot’s seat to gather the one bag that you have from your life before, and you step off the ship and onto the landing pad to start your new life.

You move to the edge of the landing pad as Cid powers his ship back on and takes back to the sky, and then you turn to get your bearings. The island isn’t large, you can only imagine that everyone knows everyone.

Still, according to Riyo, this is a refugee planet, so maybe people don’t dig here.

You step off of the landing platform to follow the path towards the building that you can only guess is the welcoming center.

The woman at the desk, a Togruti woman, is very patient with you as she processes your citizenship. She doesn’t ask many questions, though she does eye your prosthetics and scars with a sympathetic smile.

“Welcome to Pabu,” She says quietly, “I hope you find peace here.” She presses a map into your hands, as well as written instructions to the nearest hotel.

Useful.

So you thank her, and then step out the main doors.

Pabu is a tropical island, which means hot. You’re immediately grateful that Cid suggested that you switch to a tank top and shorts rather than the longer clothes that you’ve taken to wearing since you lost your arm. 

It’s also humid. So humid. Humid enough that you’re sure that your hair is already getting frizzy.

You sigh and rub the back of your neck and pull your hair off your neck with a hair clip, and then you focus your attention on the written instructions in your hand.

“After leaving the welcoming center,” You mumble to yourself, “follow the sidewalk to the left until you reach the jewelry store, then turn right-” You look around and then you hoist your bag up on your shoulder and you start following the sidewalk.

“Jewelry store? Jewelry store…oh! Jewelry store.” The shop is, quite literally named, Jewelry Store. Handy. You glance at the note again, “Turn right, and follow the sidewalk until you reach the whale statue.”

You glance both ways, before you cross the street and you start walking.

You pause as a shop door flies open and a small girl with short blonde hair darts out into your path, running into your leg, “Ah! I’m sorry!” She blurts, as she looks up at you.

She has a very familiar face. A very, very familiar face.

“No harm done,” You reply, your voice slightly strangled.

The girl stares at you, and then beams, “Oh! You must be a new arrival! My name is Omega.”

Well, so much for your hope that she just looks like a clone.

You introduce yourself with a small smile, even as you carefully, very carefully, reach out through the force to try and determine if you’re in any danger. 

There are no warnings, and so you relax. Ever so slightly.

“Um…wait…” Omega reaches up and twists a strand of pale blonde hair between her fingers, and you jolt in surprise. It’s weird, seeing your habits on another person. You used to twist your padawan beads when you were trying to remember something, and when you were promoted, you took to rolling some of your hair between your fingers.

A habit that Hunter took up when you took command of Clone Force 99.

“I know your name…” the little girl murmurs. “Why do I know your name-?”

The door to the shop slides open again, “There you are, Omega. I was wondering where you ran off to.”

You turn your gaze to the veritable wall of muscle that just came out of the shop.

You’d recognize Wrecker anywhere. Even dressed down in civvies.

It’s funny, you thought you’d be nervous about running into any of your men. Especially after the temple. But you’re calm, peaceful even.

“There’s a new person, Wrecker. And her name sounds familiar-”

“Well, names are names Omega.” Wrecker replies, before he finally glances at you, “Welcome to Pab-” He stops mid-sentence. You see his gaze dart to your cybernetic eye, and then drop to the prosthetic arm, “...General?” Wrecker, who’s usually so loud and enthusiastic, sounds hushed and disbelieving. 

He sounds guilty.

And you can’t allow that.

So you flash the smallest smile, “Hey, Wreck.”

Wrecker drops his shopping bags into Omega’s arms, pulling a disgruntled noise from her lips, before he tugs you into a tight hug, “Thought you were dead.” He says against the top of your head, “Tech and Cross will be thrilled-”

You don’t move for a moment, and then you release a sigh and wrap your arms around him as well, “I got lucky,” You admit, not the least bit surprised when he doesn’t release you.

He finally pulls back, his hands warm on your shoulders, and his gaze darts across the scars covering your body. You can see the questions on his face, but he swallows them, with difficulty, and instead squeezes your shoulders, “You’re coming home with us.” Wrecker announces, “It's where you’re supposed to be.”

“If you insist.” And it’s as simple as that.

The house your boys share is located near the water. It’s a massive house, big enough that they all probably have their own rooms. That had to have come as a shock to them, seeing as they shared for most of their lives.

Wrecker leads you up the stairs, with Omega in the lead. The little girl isn’t sure what to make of you, not that you blame her. You have just as many questions about her as she probably has about you.

“So this is where we live.” Wrecker says as he leads you into the house, “It’s kinda big, but it’s nice too. We never had our own space before.”

There’s light footsteps coming from the kitchen area, “Who are you talking to, Wrecker?” Crosshair asks as he steps into the front hall, his gaze locked on his brother, before it drops to land on you.

Crosshair stops.

His sharp eyes lock on your arm, your eye, your scars.

And then he’s moving, shoving past Wrecker and stopping only a little bit in front of you. His hand, rough and calloused, gently grips your chin and he tilts your head back so he can see your eyes properly, “Oh, kitten.” He breathes out.

He doesn’t ask what happened. He doesn’t have to.

“Hi Cross.” You whisper.

He releases your chin and his fingers move to your prosthetic arm, to the scars that mar your once barely scarred body.

There’s more footsteps, and then Tech is there. His gaze finds you immediately, and he quickly moves to stand next to Crosshair, his eyes cataloging the array of healed injuries covering your body.

It doesn’t take much longer for Hunter and Echo to join the crowd in the hallway, with Omega watching everyone with confusion on her face.

It’s a confusion you understand, though you’re sure that your confusion isn’t at all similar to hers.

Slowly you set your bag on the ground and you hold up a single hand, “Boys.” You don’t raise your voice. You don’t have to. All five of them immediately fall silent when you speak.

You don’t understand.

You close your eyes and take a deep breath before you open them again, “I’ve had the…most awful of times.” You say, quietly. “I would, very much, like to know what crime my people committed to deserve to be executed in our own home.”

The faces around you change. Delight morphs into something stricken. “You…don’t know?” Hunter asks.

You glance at him, “Tell me.”

Hunter takes a deep breath, “Yes ma’am.”

One very, very long conversation later and you finally understand. The knowledge that the men hadn’t turned on the Jedi willingly, that they were forced to do it, eased a hurt that had been festering in your heart.

Though now your heart hurts for the men who are little more than slaves to the Empire.

But that was earlier. Now you’re sitting on Crosshair’s bed, your back pressed against the headboard while he makes room for your stuff in his closet. Tech is messing with something at Crosshair’s desk, and they’re both completely silent.

Crosshair, you know, will wait for you to say something. He’s incredibly patient like that.

You suspect that Tech is going to break first.

And you're right, as only moments after you have that thought, Tech pushes the chair back and moves to the bed to sit next to you. There’s probably a million questions running through his mind, but you can wait for him to settle on one.

But he surprises you. 

He doesn’t ask anything, instead his hand moves to a large scar on your shoulder. There’s something pained and guilty on his face. 

You reach out and press your hand against his cheek, “It’s not your fault.” You whisper, “Either of you.”

Crosshair drops a jacket to the ground and joins you on the bed, his strong arms slide around your waist and he drops a feather light kiss to your throat, “We should have been there.”

“We thought you were dead.” Tech adds, sounding so deeply pained that your heart lurches.

“I’m sorry,” You comb your fingers through Tech’s hair, and he sighs as he presses his forehead against your other shoulder. 

“You don’t have to apologize,” Crosshair says roughly, “You didn’t do anything wrong.”

You shift and lay your cheek against the top of his head, and his arms tighten around you. 

“It’s funny,” Crosshair murmurs against your skin, “I genuinely thought that the only thing I would want when I had you back in my arms is to make you fall apart for me. But now that you’re here, all I want is to hold you.”

You laugh softly, “I love you too, Cross.” You say as you press a light kiss to the top of his head.

Tech presses himself firmly against your other side, “When things get back to normal,” He murmurs, “I would like to give you a full examination, so that I can see how your prosthetics and cybernetics work. So I can keep you healthy.”

“Of course.”

“No one is ever going to hurt you again, cyare.” Tech promises.

“That’s not your job, Tech. But thank you all the same.” You whisper as you press a kiss to the top of his head as well.

And then you squeak as you’re tugged down the bed so your head is resting on one of Crosshair’s pillows. His face is pressed against your neck, and his legs are tangled with yours. Tech rests his head on your shoulder, his fingers threading with yours. 

For the first time in months, you feel safe.

And slowly you drift off to sleep. Sure that this was part of their plan.

Your boys always did know you better than anyone.

[twst-drabbles]

Ace and Divus 1

Summary: While Ace wasn’t one to give rumors any mind, said rumors pertain to the Janitor and Professor Crewel being in a relationship and that changes everything. Of course he’d keep his eyes on them during class. If it’s true, then that’s just too juicy to ignore.

(Hehehe, enjoying this whole “people watching others behave in front of the Reader,” things.)

“—so retrace your steps and peel the skin from those fruits before just tossing them into the cauldron. Do you want to make noxious fume—hmm?” Ace nearly melted into the floor out of relief when Professor’s Crewel’s attention went right over to you, dozing away on your chair. Though, he couldn’t help the yelp escaping his throat when the crop snapped against the table. “Be a good boy and remember what I just said. If I smell so much as a hint of burning, you will fail.”

Ace had to keep the urge to kick out Professor Crewel’s knees inside when he turned around. Yeah yeah, he messed up and nearly knocked everyone out, but at least he disposed of it before it got too bad. Doesn’t he deserve credit for knowing how to do that? Apparently not, but as much as Ace wanted to bark all that out, he was more interested in Professor Crewel’s business.

Well, not just him, the part of the classroom that wasn’t made up of good little dogs all either slowed down or paused what they were doing as soon as the professor got within proximity of you. Ace can practically see all the perked up ears. Can’t really blame them. While a lot of things happen in this college, it’s usually of the magical variety. Nothing to do with personal relationships.

And this is Professor Crewel he’s talking about. Ace has been around campus long enough to know the sort of habits the professor had. Rarely did he ever get closer than crop whipping distance with anyone. Much like Vil, he kept a certain distance as though his very presence was a reward that should be seldom given, that one should be proud that they given you the time of day.

People like that naturally piss off Ace with only a smile. Makes him want to wipe it off by dumping paint all over their clothes. Yeah yeah, the things they’ve done to be the way that they are are impressive, but still!

So, of course Ace wants to see if the rumors about their relationship are true. Because then he can nag at you until you drop all the deets and little secrets you probably have. And then Ace can look forward to those A’s rolling right in.

“Is my class really boring you that much?” And already, Professor Crewel was way closer than he usually is with anyone. He wasn’t in front of you so much as he was to the side and leaning in, his smile promising mischief.

You didn’t react or retract back, as though this proximity was natural. You just nodded and propped your chin on the back of the chair. “I wouldn’t know. Wasn’t paying attention. Had to clean last minute last night, Crowley’s orders.”

The smile was wiped off and for a second Ace thought he was going to bring out the crop and snap it against his desk, but instead he actually set the thing down. He turned back and Professor Crewel cupped your face with his palms and tilted it towards him.

And you didn’t mind. You were practically too sleepy to do so.

“In that case, you should’ve messaged me. You already get little to no sleep as is.” Soft, Professor Crewel’s voice was soft as though he was genuinely concerned for you. “I would’ve understood. You’re practically falling off.”

“I’ll be fine, I just don’t want to leave it to the faeries. Don’t want to give the impression that I like using them,” you sighed out and opened your eyes, “Anyways, you can let go of me now, Divus.”

And he promptly retracted his hands, “My bad.” He said, even though the smile he has says the opposite.

You rubbed at your face, as though trying to get the sensation off, “Do I really look that bad? You keep touching my face.”

…wait a minute, so does this mean you and Professor Crewel aren’t in a relationship?

“Only sleeping for three hours at a time will make anyone look their worst.”

“That’s a yes then.”

What is going on? Are they shagging or not?

[venusandsaturnsrings]

★彡 vulnerability in bed!

synopsis: your relationship with Ajax has always been heated. fleeting touches, smug smiles, and heavy make-out sessions. yet, you’ve never been properly fucked by him until now. it’s a vulnerable act!

includes: female reader, trans childe (he’s had top but not bottom surgery), and receiving/giving head (both).

the air was chilly. weather in Liyue tended to be rather stagnant with the exception of cooler weather in the winder months and hotter weather in the summer months. but, never did it ever get to the extreme end of either temperatures. today you were wearing thicker tights than usual to save your legs from the wind and a light jacket; just enough to keep yourself comfortable. Ajax seemed to disagree with such choices if his whines about, ‘i like seeing your thighs,’ or ‘where are my pretty babys arms at?,’ meant anything. he was well accustomed to seeing more of you and teasing you for giving in to his every wish for exposed skin yet you didn’t today. you needed to stay warm lest you catch a cold!

“y’know, i’d understand if we were in Snezhnaya but we aren’t! you’re just trying to displease me!” his tone was light but you could tell he really missed the feeling of your skin against his. a roll of your eyes was enough for him to cling to you obnoxiously, head rubbing against your neck with a loud groan. “c’monnn, princess. is it so wrong for a man to love all of his girl?” certainly not but if covering up was the biggest crime, he’d have thrown you in jail by now. Ajax tugged your hand lightly, urging you to follow him back to your shared apartment. “haven’t we walked around enough? i’ll die if you keep me waiting any longer!” while you were keen on not giving in, the sound of being back home and warmed by the arms of your delightful boyfriend was tempting enough for you to allow him to drag you all the way back.

his gloved hand was firmly wrapped around your waist for the whole walk home while he chirped about his recent fatui related work and how much he loves you. forever singing your praises, Ajax was determined to have you sweet on him. he never failed to have you falling in love with him over and over again with such loving behaviour. with a loud set of keys, he unlocked the ridiculously large amount of locks on the apartment’s door. it was for the purpose of safety, he’d tell you. if he wasn’t in such a risky line of work perhaps you’d complain but it was for the best. after locking the house back up, he was on you immediately.

calloused hands stripped you of your coat, gloves, and hat while peppering your face and neck in kisses. the feeling was slightly ticklish and had you scrunching up your nose playfully; he pressed a kiss there too in retaliation. in these moments, you found him the most charming. layers of a ruthless killer stripped back to reveal the soft and loving man you called your boyfriend. as he continued with the assault of kisses, you barely even noticed when he started stripping even more clothing from you both while backing you towards your shared bedroom. it was common for these heated make-out sessions to occur but this one felt different. you could almost feel his intention to go further than before.

with gentle hands, he removed your shirt. palming at your breasts with his lips on your neck, your hands moved to strip him of his own shirt. he gladly backed off for the second required to pull it over his head but no longer than that. he seemed to need hickies and bruises decorating your flesh. through the swift decline in clothes and sense, you found yourself roughly pushed onto your back in the middle of the bed. Ajax peeled off your panties, salivating at the slick decorating your folds.

a careful finger slid between your pussy lips gently, merely testing the waters; even this had you whimpering. being that neither of you had partaken in such things together, it was only fair for you both to feel things out and stumble a bit through the process with each other. he used two fingers to gently spread you apart while firmly shoving himself between your legs to keep you from even thinking of squirming away from him. Ajax gulped hard but couldn’t help himself anymore. he laved over your pussy with one long lick and an unfiltered moan; no drink could compare to the nectar on his tongue. though slightly clumsy, he was eager. setting a pace that rotated between harsh sucks at your clit and softly swirling it with his lips, you were bucking into his face mindlessly. for a man that had never eaten pussy before, he was damn good at it. you’d most definitely give him more practice in the future since you get the privilege and honour of being his test subject. through the haze of Ajax putting in his all into eating you out perfectly, you barely noticed when his other hand promptly got shoved down his pants; had he not given a particularly hard suck to your clit, you would’ve never seen it. the groans he began to let out directly into your core only served to tip you closer to the precipice of your orgasm. with your voice pitching higher and higher, he could tell that you were close.

“c’mon, angel. come right on my fucking face. y’hear me? all over my face. want this pussy makin a fuckin mess on me, got it? that’s it, that’s my girl,” and these words alone had you gushing along his mouth and jawline. with legs shaking and desperate whines you made sure to give him all you had. you could feel the smirk on his face pressed into your cunt. it took you pushing at his head gently to have him releasing himself from your core. he hummed in satisfaction while licking off all the juices from his lips and chin. “y’wanna help me out now, doll? ‘s only fair right?,” and god of course you did.

he straightened up, coming to his full height before finally unclasping his belt and taking off his pants. Ajax barely had time to step out of the legs before you were tugging at his boxers to bring him closer to you. the wet spot at the centre of his underwear told you everything you needed to know; give him the best head. he huffed out a nervous laugh as you pulled his boxers down his thighs, the swollen bud of his sex in desperate need of attention. Ajax was never one to shave and you found yourself mentally thanking him for that. the scent of his desperation clung and had you feeling dizzy from how mouthwateringly good it was. one of his hands ran through your hair before guiding you closer.

your mouth latched onto him the second you were closer enough. the low groan that escaped him had you pushing your face deeper, sucking harder, and spreading your tongue further. he tasted salty and musky but perfect; a taste only Ajax could produce. the growth of his bud allowed you extra surface to suck and salivate all over which he was absolutely loving.

“fuck yeah, jus’ like that… so fuckin good for me, huh? ya’ so fuckin good at this. keep suckin, angel,” and had you been rubbing your thighs together any harder you may have came undone once more from his low and needy tone. “c’mon, ya’ want me spillin on your face? want a heavy load? bet ya’ fuckin do. such a whore usin your mouth so perfect on me.” Ajax’s hips rutted against your face, coating you in his perfect slick. he was fucking your face fully when you felt him grip your hair even harder, if that was possible. “god that’s it…” with a harsh hand on your skull and his pelvis grinding into your mouth, he came. deep groans, moans, and curses flowed liberally from his lips. he was enjoying every second the way you wanted him to.

oceanic blue eyes peered down at you. with a flushed face, freckles only served to dance across his skin like fireflies. his lips formed a lopsided smile as he combed his fingers through your hair. he didn’t even need to speak to have you understand what he was thinking but, he did so anyways.

“how ‘bout we keep goin, doll? would be a shame to stop here when we have so much more to do.”

[drabbles-mc]

Who Did This?

Jax Teller & OFC (Diedra Lowman)

For Day 9 of @whumpril's 2023 Challenge: bruises/"who did this to you?"

Warnings: 18+, angst, language, blood/injury

Word Count: 1.7k

A/N: I fucking loved writing this for these two. The fics I've written for them in the past have been antagonistic but in a much more light-hearted way. This one is just a totally different vibe and I really enjoyed it. Hope y'all enjoy it too!

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Diedra had never been so glad that a majority of the club was on a run. The last thing she wanted to do was go home when she was like this and have her sister see. Happy wasn’t there to be a buffer an she just didn’t want to risk it. Dakota seeing the state that she was in had a greater chance of making things worse rather than making them better.

However, Happy being out of town with the club did mean that his dorm would be empty and up for grabs. Since most of the other guys went with him, Diedra was assuming that the clubhouse would be pretty dead when she got there. For once, she might be able to lick her wounds in private.

When she pulled into the lot, there was only one bike there. The compound was quiet, and the lights looked like they were all off in the clubhouse. She let out a sigh of relief, instantly followed by a wince, as she cut the ignition on her car.

She crept quietly through the open space of the clubhouse. Her slow, quiet steps had more to do with the pain shooting through her body than it did with her trying to actually be quiet. She fumbled around the bar in search of the first aid kit. Once she found it, she made her way back to where Happy’s dorm was.

Peeling off her hoodie and the t-shirt that she had on underneath, Diedra was left in just her bra on her torso as she looked down at her stomach. She couldn’t help but to let out a wince as she looked at all of the bruises and the two stab wounds that were still leaking blood just below her chest. She let out a shaky breath as she grabbed a medical wipe out of the first aid kit and started to carefully wipe the blood away at least where she was going to need to do some work.

Each time she touched anywhere on her upper body, she was fighting the urge to curse and cry. Everything hurt and was sensitive to touch—she was fairly certain that on top of everything else, at least one of her ribs was bruised or fractured. Another problem to deal with tomorrow.

Digging out some more supplies, Diedra tried to mentally prepare herself for the stitches that she was going to have to give herself. She was used to giving them to other people, but this was going to be different. It hurt when others had given them to her in the past, but at least them all she had to do was try to sit still and let the other person do the work. This was going to be so much harder.

She reached and pulled the drawer of Happy’s nightstand open, blindly feeling around for anything that she could bite down on to keep herself from screaming in pain. Her fingers grazed over the handle of one of his knives. It wasn’t a perfect solution, but it was going to have to do.

It was the most unsteady her hands had been in a long time as she set about trying to patch herself up. Every touch hurt, and now she was pulling at and piercing the skin that was already starting to darken with bruises.

Her teeth clamped down on the handle of the knife, and it muffled most of the noise that she would’ve been making. One whine slipped past her lips, sounding louder than it really was against the silence of the clubhouse. Her fingers were trembling violently as she fought to keep her grip on the needle that she was closing herself up with.

She hadn’t heard the footsteps over the sound of her own breathing and her deafening vulgar internal monologue. It wasn’t until the door creaked from someone pushing it open further that she realized she wasn’t alone.

Her eyes were wide from shock, filled to the brim with tears from the pain, and yet despite all of that, her face still hardened with anger when she laid her eyes on Jax. She was completely frozen, knife handle still in her mouth and stitching materials in her hands as she waited for him to either say something or leave.

It took a few seconds for the shock of the scene to wear off, but eventually Jax snapped to it and stepped into the room. Panic was written all over his face as he walked closer to her. “Jesus Christ, Di.”

She clenched her jaw for a moment before turning her head and letting the knife drop onto the mattress. “Leave, Jax,” she snapped.

He raked his hands back through his hair, not able to reconcile the sight of her with the Diedra that he was so used to seeing. He’d seen her with some bruises and scrapes before, sure, but he had never seen her like this. He’d never seen her looking like she lost a fight.

“What the hell happened?” he asked as he walked closer, standing next to the bed and looking down at her.

“What does it fucking look like?!” Her breathing was ragged from pain and exertion, and the rapid rise and fall only added to the pain she was already dealing with.

Jax sat down on the edge of the bed and reached to try and take the needle from her so that he could help her. It was no secret to anyone that the two of them never figured out how to get along, but that didn’t mean he was going to leave her to struggle through this on her own.

“Let me—”

“Don’t fucking touch me,” she snapped, doing her best to pull away from him even though in her current position it was hard to do.

The sharpness of her tone got him to stop for a moment. For once in his life he tried to think about what his next move was going to be. He saw the blood smeared down her side and all over her hands, the bruises blooming across her skin. He had no idea how she ended up like that. He wasn’t sure if he wanted to know.

“Who did this to you?” he finally asked.

She shook her head as she went back to trying to close up one of the lacerations on her side. “What’s it matter?” She hissed in pain as she pierced her skin. “Are you gonna run out there and try to save the day? Try to make things right?”

“I’m just trying to fucking help you.”

“And I’m telling you that I don’t want or need your fucking help.”

“Looks like you do.”

“Fuck,” she said as she let her head drop back against the pillow.

Jax waited another moment before saying, “Let me help, Di. I’m all you got right now.”

She let out a short laugh through the pain. “Fuck me. That’s sad isn’t—”

“Give me the goddamn needle,” Jax cut her off as he reached once more to help her.

She hesitated for a moment, still not wanting to let him help her. On top of not trusting him all that much in general, she also didn’t want this to just turn into something that he got to hold over her head after the fact. The last thing she wanted was to owe him some sort of debt. Knowing how that whole family operated, she knew that it was a perfectly likely outcome.

“If you ever mention this shit again…” her voice trailed off.

“I won’t.” A strange brand of relief went across Jax’s face. “I swear.”

He went to take the needle from her and she tightened her grip for a moment. “You ever try to make me feel like I owe you for this shit, you’ll end up in worse shape than I’m in right now.”

Despite the fact that she was shaking and bleeding, Jax believed her wholeheartedly. He nodded. “Okay.”

“Okay.” She relinquished her hold on the needle. “Hurry up, then. Shit hurts.” Jax only made it about thirty seconds into stitching her up when she managed to force out, “Do you even know what you’re doing?”

“Not a clue,” he replied with no hesitation.

She let out something that was almost a laugh. “Of course. They had to leave the dumb one behind for me this time.”

Jax took the comment in stride—it was far from the worst thing that she’d ever said to him. “Well, the dumb one is gonna make sure you don’t bleed out all over Hap’s bed.”

True to his word, Jax did manage to stitch up both of her wounds and managed to not make anything worse. It wasn’t the most graceful job, but it worked. He was going to offer to help clean up the blood and try to make things easier, but he figured that he had already pushed his luck enough as it was.

He was wiping some of the blood off his own hands as he watch Diedra slowly stand up from the bed. She couldn’t stretch and was moving slowly, but at least she was moving. Jax silently held out the rag he’d been using. Diedra took it and started to gently pat and wipe away the blood on her side.

She let out a small wince of pain that caused Jax to turn and look back over at her. He watched as she wiped some of the blood away from her bruises. It was only then that he noticed the tattoo that was inked into her hip. The small smiley face probably wouldn’t have stood out to anyone else, especially not stacked up against the rest of her tattoos, but Jax had seen them before—he knew what they meant.

When he pried his eyes back up to Diedra’s, she was already looking at him, a serious expression on her face. Jax cleared his throat and shook his head, a wordless promise to not say anything.

“I’d say thanks, but this didn’t happen,” Di told him.

He nodded, the barest hint of a smile on his face despite the events of the night. “I won’t say you’re welcome then.”

[animentality]

Since my Durge is the default/canon dragonborn I had this idea of him feeling self conscious about his appearance - looking like a big scary monster in general for one and for two, feeling like an inadequate partner for Gortash, cause Gort can’t even really kiss him the way he’d be able to kiss a human/elf/tiefling/etc. He doubts Gortash even really loves him because he just looks so different. So one night as a surprise Durge casts disguise self to look like an average human and he sets up all seductively in bed and when Gort gets home, Durge is all like “Look! Soft skin! No spikes! Kissable lips! You can make out with me properly now!” 

But the plot twist is that Gort refuses to even get in the bed unless they change back immediately lol.

I don’t know how in character this is technically - like I do think the way these two are insane about each other goes far far beyond physical - but I am really charmed by the idea that at a certain point Gortash is so attached to HIS Durge that it would be too weird for them to look any other way. Even dragonborn Durge, enough that Gort wouldn’t even miss something like proper kissing after a while. He wouldn’t kiss them with a magic human face because that’s not Durge to him. It’s Durge’s real face that makes him so happy every time he sees it, and that’s the version he wants.

So if Gort saw his dragonborn Durge had magicked into a human for him, he’s like nope, absolutely not, too weird, change back right now. I think he would be more annoyed that Durge would even THINK that’s what he wants, more than anything lol. He wants them exactly as they are, thank you very much, so get that other guy out of here!

Tldr I just think what Gortash has with Durge is special and atypical on a lot of levels so that it doesn’t matter what Durge actually looks like, as long as they look like themself... if that makes sense 😭

This is really really sweet actually and I love the idea.

Part of me wants to say though that dragonborns are present at baldur's gate, so we at least know that they're somewhat normalized and I doubt fucking a dragonborn would really be taboo.

You can fuck dwarves and drow and elves and tieflings and whatever the fuck.

However. I admit. Just logistically. It's pretty hard to kiss a dragonborn. It would be even harder to fuck one, I mean, just look at those scales. You'd get your ass peeled off. Some skin chafing at best, flaying at absolute worst.

So I like this idea because maybe dark urge would be a little self conscious because they aren't supposed to love, so they never thought about it before.

But now that they are like...in a weird relationship, then maybe they start feeling odd about it or want to be more normal for him.

And the idea of Gortash insisting that he likes how they look and wouldn't have them any other way...

How romantic :) for those two serial killers.

But also.

Dragonborn. Monster.

Loving someone who sees them as more than that.

Who loves all of their abnormality.

Psychological and physical.

Hrrrrrr.

[girlwiththepapatattoo]

The Unlikely Similarities Between Kittens and Vampires, Chapter 3

Warnings: sexual tension, a frank description of arousal, Astarion being himself, a bit of angst

Summary: Feelings are hard for repressed idiots.

Notes: Can I stop writing for them? No, not really. Do I mind? No, not really.

Read on ao3 here!

Chapters: 1, 2

The very next day, Sable knows that she’d made a grave mistake by using her cat form in front of Astarion. 

For now he had a new nickname for her. 

“Well, good morning, kitten,” he simpers, waltzing up to her as she stretches outside her tent. “I do hope you slept well last night.” 

Pausing mid-stretch, she can feel her face go hot. “W-What did you call me?” 

“Oh, kitten? I thought it fitting, considering…well, you know,” he says with a laugh, then cocks his head. “Why?” He feigns concern. “Do you not like it?” 

The look in his eyes is pure pleased villainy, and she has to resist the urge to kis-smack it off his beauti-vexing face. “...call me whatever you want, I don’t care,” she grounds out, and stomps off toward the nearby stream to wash the sleep from her skin. 

“Oh, you are just so cute,” he chortles, and goes back to his tent to get ready for their travels ahead. 

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The day is mostly uneventful, save for taking out a goblin scouting party, but that night threatens storms. Lightning flashes in the distance and thunder rolls through the hills as they all hurriedly set up their tents. Dinner is spent separately, eating their rations in solitude as the heavens rage above them. 

It gives Sable time to think as she stares up at the ceiling. So much has changed in only a few short days…she worries her bottom lip as she realizes that even in such a short time, she’s not the same woman she was. 

She doesn’t know yet if that’s a good thing or not. 

All she knows is, between the tadpole in her head, the strong personalities in camp, and knowing that soon they’ll be storming a goblin camp? She’d like to turn into her cat form and stay that way. 

Any further musings, however, are dashed as she suddenly sees a shadow in a flash of lightning, standing outside her closed tent flap. She grips a dagger, her focus sharpening, ready to strike.

“Sable!” comes Astarion’s voice, sounding quite urgent. “Sable, are you awake?! Let me in, this storm is ruining my hair!” 

She gapes for a second, before letting go of the knife and untying the tent flap. As soon as there’s enough room for him to come in he dives through the opening, and she ties it back closed. “What are you doing here, Astarion?” she demands. 

“Come now, is that any way to greet a friend? A friend who, may I remind, braved this dreadful storm to come and visit?” he replies, pouting, rainwater dripping off his nose. He’s nearly soaked through, and Sable rolls her eyes and tosses a towel over his head. 

“You could have been nice and dry in your own tent,” she grumbles, settling cross-legged onto her bedroll. There’s not much room in her tent, and so they’re sitting rather close, a fact that she tries to ignore (and fails, if the rising blush says anything about it.) “Could this not have waited until the storm passed?” 

“This is the kind of storm that will be here all night, I’m afraid,” he replies, toweling off his hair and shoulders. “And unless you want to make good on our deal in broad daylight in front of everyone…” 

Her brows furrow in confusion, before she remembers the previous night. “Oh, right.” A particularly vicious peel of thunder makes her jump a little, and she swallows hard. 

He looks at her in the darkness. “Not having second thoughts, I hope.” 

“No, not…not about you drinking my blood at least. I trust you enough.” 

“Oh, glad to hear it! How about we make ourselves comfortable, hm? Go on and lie down, my sweet kitten.” 

She huffs at him, but does as he bids. “I can’t believe you’re going to call me that,” she grumbles, getting comfortable. 

“I think it’s rather cute. And unless you truly, deeply despise it, I shan’t be stopping,” he sniffs in return. Then he shifts over her, the confined space forcing him to straddle her hips. The sight of him there, sitting on her as though a lover might, makes her go rigid underneath him, squeeze her eyes shut, and look away. “Now, this will never do. Relax, or it will hurt more.” 

“S-Sorry,” she gasps, trying desperately not to give in to the impulse to shape change. 

He watches as she struggles to relax, her eyes darting back and forth under their lids. His teeth ache, the predator in him urging him to take her lifeblood, practically tasting her fear. He pushes the impulse away. Normally he’d be all for it, would relish inflicting real hurt…but not with her. 

Never with her. 

And he doesn’t want to contemplate that right now, thank you.

“Tell me what’s wrong, kitten. You’re terrified.” His voice is low, soothing, and that is definitely not helping matters.

She swallows hard, opens her eyes again, but the beautiful sight before her is too much. Her eyes slam shut again, and she has to resist squeezing her thighs together.

He makes a soft tsking sound, then pauses. His nostrils flare. Beneath the ozone from the storm, beneath the scents of a long road traveled is…sweetness. A heady, cloying sweetness that he’s smelled…well. Often enough. 

“Ah.” He smirks faintly, taking in her state. “I am flattered, darling. But why the trembling? I’d be more concerned if you weren’t attracted to me.” He leans down, slowly so he doesn’t spook her. He braces himself on his forearms and positions his lips close to her ear. “Is my little kitten untouched?” he whispers. 

A whimper rips from her throat before she can stop it. Desperately embarrassed, she hides her face behind her hands. “S-Shut up, Astarion! Just take what you need!” 

He chuckles, low and dark and infinitely pleased, the sound a caress over her jaw. “Well, that’s a rather open ended statement, Sable. Especially for someone like me. But…I suppose I’ll stop teasing. Your virtue is safe, darling. I’d never touch you like that without your permission…” His lips brush over the shell of her pointed ear, and another strangled noise bursts from her lips. “Mmm, I think I may have found my new favorite sound.” 

Her body’s drawn toward him, a pull, a tug for this man that she barely understands. Her breath comes in quick pants, her hands clinging to the back of his shirt, a fire raging under her skin. 

She’s pretty sure she knows how Karlach feels now, if in a more metaphorical sense. 

“P-Please,” she whispers, and she has absolutely no idea what she’s asking for. 

He pauses, something in her tone demanding his attention. He pulls back ever so slightly to gauge her body language. Her face is flushed, her hips squirming without her even realizing it, he can see the juts of her hardened nipples through her sleep shirt. Physically, she’s more than ready for him…but…

There’s a mix of want and nervousness in her expression. Almost fear. This is uncharted territory for her, and someone as shy as Sable needs to be eased into sex. And this encounter tonight is very much not that. 

He softens. Something tugs hard in his chest (figuratively, of course, there hasn’t been actual movement in there for centuries), and instead of continuing to tease her, to rile her up…he brushes a tender, gentle kiss over her cheek and pulls away. 

Her eyes snap open, watching as that beautiful face moves away from her and his hands reach for the ties to the tent flap. “W-Where are you going?” she whispers. 

He pauses, and he doesn’t look at her, not wanting her to see the vulnerability in his eyes. “Ah, well, back to my tent. It seems…I’ve no need to feed tonight after all,” he murmurs. 

She stares at him. “Oh.” Her voice sounds much smaller than she’d like. “I…did I do something wrong?” 

“What?” Sounding incredulous, he finally turns to her, brow furrowing. “My dear kitten, of course not!” He sighs, sitting back a little and looking down. He has to force the words out. “I believe that I…may have gotten ahead of myself, that’s all.” He looks back up, meeting her confused gaze, and he gave her a faint smirk. “Don’t think this gets you out of our deal. I’m simply…delaying it for a night. It’s too stuffy in this tent anyway.” 

He goes back to work on the ties, his silhouette outlined with another flash of lightning. And when the light fades…he’s gone. 

She stares out into the dark for a long moment, the pouring rain falling unheeded into her tent, and wonders why she feels like crying.

[lovepmd]

Even if Multi!Hero was abnormally healthy, they would probably have to take medicine as a fairly young Pokemon in the physical sense. Except some common medicines can make animals or even kids loopy. So here are a few things they’ve said across the adventure while on medication.

Rescue:

“Oh. These are some of the good drugs.”

“Weird. I thought the copium would run out by now, not get stronger.”

“P. [Partner]. Hey, [Partner]… Do you ever wonder if Alakazam worries about teleporting another Pokémon? Cause you have to worry organs and bones and nerve stuff? And he’s just casually bending space to go somewhere.”

“Sometimes. I have dreams where I’m in the team base’s place. I’m just buried up to my head and forced to keep wide smiling. And my head’s hollow. I keep having that dream… Pokemon need to scrape their feet before coming into the base. It must taste all the dirt.”

“Gengar knew what he was doing having a Gardevoir for a partner.”

“Did the Pokémon who originally start naming Orbs ever get them mixed up?”

“No wonder Rayquaza was a pain in the ass. Their ass makes up fifty percent of their body.”

Explorers:

“Did Treasure Town exist before the Marowak Dojo’s mystery dungeons or did they exits before those opened up?”

“Sunflora. I swear I thought you had eyes, cause Sunkern’s have them. But somedays. I don’t know where to look when talking to you.”

“Who hurt you, Chatot?”

“It’s weird. I skipped the messy marriage and divorce stage to become a parent. And hopefully I’ll avoid any custody battles.”

“I don’t know if Wigglytuff always knows what’s going on, but he tends to have fun doing it. Does the fact he rarely ever explore nowadays make him feel sad? Or at least bother him?”

“Someone had to have carved Sharpedo Bluff.”

Gates:

“The urge to skin Scraggy crosses my mind every so often—“ “What the hell, you’s talkin’ about?!” “I’m DISCUSSING peeling off your extra skin pants thing so you have to regrow it! This is a private conversation, you heathen!”

(Multi!Hero becomes very eloquent and unfiltered when on a medicine high.)

“How do the Timburrs’ know the difference when someone’s talking talking about them and when talking about timber wood?”

“Part of me wants to tie Esmolga into a kite set up during a thunderstorm. Would he like being struck by lighting or would he prefer the winds?”

“I wonder if it’s possible to create artificial V-Waves. I mean, Victini can already change the day’s effect if you pay him enough.”

“If Pokemon keep sneaking into Paradise to peep at Virizion, I going to start letting her hunt them for sport. Or fine them with trespassing. Both work.”

“I think if Munna were to appear in Paradise, right at this point in time… I was smack her.”

Super:

“[Partner]. I miss my kids. Manaphy’s the most famous one, but I miss the rest. I wonder how they’re doing these days.“

“A lot of Pokémon think I’m God. At best, I’m a demi-god through fighting all the Gods (Legendaries) as a mortal. Sheer merit there.”

“Arceus knew Grass Types were too strong because they can self heal. So they gave them five weaknesses.”

“I didn’t ask questions when we travel to five continents everyday to meet Pokemon. I should have really asked questions. How. How does Lapras always get us there and back to Lively Town every day???”

“I’ve purposely exploded a lot of stuff for the heck of it.

“If Dark Matter had simply stoned every single Legendary when they were asleep, it might’ve won.”

oh my GOD

[maplecornia]

chapter 75

infinite stars masterlist | BTS masterlist | masterlist | playlist

𝔴𝔬𝔯𝔡 𝔠𝔬𝔲𝔫𝔱: 3.3K

𝔭𝔞𝔦𝔯𝔦𝔫𝔤: bts x female!reader

𝔤𝔢𝔫𝔯𝔢: romance | slice of life | fluff | angst

𝔰𝔲𝔪𝔪𝔞𝔯𝔶: if you were my destiny, then I'd be willing to believe in anything.

𝔴𝔞𝔯𝔫𝔦𝔫𝔤𝔰: cliffhangers | angst | fluff | slight mentions of self hatred | depression | mental health illness | self harm | occurs in the year 2024 | set in a timeline where BTS went to the military together | slight language | mentions of rape | childhood trauma | multiple forms of abuse | mentions of blood and injuries | toxic relationships | mentions of alcohol and drugs | r*pe | assault | graphic depictions of all the above

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You were six years old the first time you ever stood on a stage. 

You had been stuffed into a tight elastic outfit made entirely of spandex, your legs covered by the sheer fabric of your tights. Your hair had been sprayed with an array of multiple different chemicals so much so that it was hard for you to breathe comfortably. Your face was heavy with makeup that itched your skin and urged you to rub it off the moment it was applied, your shoes a few inches too wide. You were uncomfortable, anxious, and perturbed. Everything was so crowded and noisy, and all you wanted was to get out of the suffocating environment and back to the safety of your mother's arms. 

But as soon as you stood on that stage, everything changed.

It was as though a flame had sparked deep within your tiny chest, and the world had turned into a paradise of your own creation. The spotlight was hot on your skin, but the crowd was dazzling and bright as you began to dance amongst the stars. 

It was a small crowd, and your performance was far from perfect. Your dressing room was dark and dingy, and could barely fit five girls at a time. Your costume smelled of cheap detergent and your makeup was peeling off from the sweat that gathered in the heat of the spotlight. 

And yet, at that moment, nothing else could have been more beautiful.

For that one singular second where you were able to perform, took up an infinite number of seconds afterward, where you began to move towards your dream. 

Dancing tenaciously for hours upon hours until your muscles could no longer sustain you. Singing until your throat grew hoarse and tired. Skipping out on meals and sleep if that meant you would have more time to train to work towards a fantasy that seemed so far out of your reach. Day after day. Night after night. All so that you could make your way back to that stage. 

And you were good at what you did. 

The crowds loved you at every talent show, you were praised after every pageant and recital, told you were talented at every choral function and competition. 

But it wasn't enough.

No matter how hard you worked, how many times you auditioned, or how many sleepless nights you wasted away in the practice room, it was never enough. 

You were never enough. 

Their praise became bitter, the joy began to die out, and soon enough the stage had become a distant dream of yours, one that you had to let go. 

But if you were honest, it never really left.

In your fantasy, the crowd's cheers became a part of your symphony, begging to hear more, to see more, to never let it end. With every being you reached with your voice, a new world blossomed, one that you were able to inspire and watch grow just as you had once before. With each beat you grew closer to the sky, and in each note you found another star to decorate the abyss you found before you. Your heart longed to make those dreams into a reality, and soon you realized that though you had tried to forget, as time passed, your desire had only grown. 

You needed the stage almost as much as you needed the very air to breathe. 

Now, you should be happy. 

You're so close, your dream is only mere moments away, and if you looked deep inside yourself you can find that your inner child is beaming. Her feet already dancing in excitement at the sight of the stage pristine and welcoming before you, the crowd outside chanting and roaring in anticipation. She whispers to you that this is the moment, this is what you've worked so hard for, the dream is so close and that stage is the key to unlocking it. 

You should be happy. 

So why does it feel like chains are beginning to tighten around your wrists? Why does your heart feel heavy?  

It makes you wonder, is it all worth it? 

Will you still want it after it's their turn to tear you apart?

"You're going to do great." 

You start a bit at the sound of Hoseok's voice right beside you and roll your eyes as he chuckles at your reaction. As he looks at you, you can't help but notice he looks so calm, almost at home in this environment. You can tell that he was born to be on the stage, that it is when he is the happiest. 

It's almost humbling to think that soon, you will be able to stand beside him, and perform on the same stage he once did, the same crowd that once cheered for him, cheering for you in his place. 

“You know this by heart." Though you smile his way, Hoseok can feel the nerves that tightly bind you in anxiety, the look in your eyes somewhat dark and distant. "If Taehyung falters, all you have to do is lead him and he’ll follow you. He’s a great performer.” 

Your current condition cannot help but worry him as he looks deep into your eyes, trying his best to unlock whatever hidden secrets you keep safely away inside. And though he tries to reassure you, he recognizes that this is not like all the times before. He doesn't know you like he thought he did, he wonders if he ever really knew you at all. 

But maybe, it is not him that you need. 

Maybe it's always been someone else.  

And as you look away, he wonders if that is who you search for each time you're lost in the unforgiving waste of your mind. He wonders if he is the water you seek, the air that you breathe, the oasis amidst an otherwise painful abyss. And though, at this moment, Hoseok may smile, he does not know why his heart is heavy, nor why he has begun to feel afraid. So when he places his finger beneath your chin, turning your face so that it only looks at him, he wonders if his fear was simply that one day you may fade away. 

As though you were a mirage only meant to momentarily ease his aching heart. 

"Hey." 

In his eyes, you find comfort and pride. They are full of a million different words he wishes he could say but was never able to. So he says them all now, through the look in his eyes, the warmth of his finger beneath your chin, the smile he wears exuberantly; his heart on the line. 

When he speaks, his words are simple and sincere just as he has always been and will continue to be. Constant and steady, an unwavering breeze in an otherwise stormy sea. 

"He won't let you down." 

And as he looks at you, you can tell that he's not talking about the stage or the performance. He is talking about your feelings, your true desire now that you have found the one thing…the one person, who was able to complete your new world.

The realization setting in, your eyes widen, and you shake your head; quick to deny what he already undoubtedly knows. 

"Hobi, I--"

"Just don't worry, okay?" You're silenced by his words, something in the way he smiles making you wonder why he seems so sad. And though you long to reach out and erase it, you can’t help but feel it would only make it worse, make it harder for him to let go. "Even if you don’t believe, everyone else does. You were made for this Yen, I can see it in your eyes even now.” 

His hands reach for yours and when you squeeze them tightly, tears build up in the back of your throat, as you realize he's been looking out for you all this time. Even now, he's trying to reassure you that everything will be okay. Begging you to trust him, to trust them to take care of everything. 

He knows that the time when you will have to stand on your own is coming, but he also knows that time is not now. So until he has to say goodbye to you forever, he will be the ground you stand on, the support you need to fly. 

“From the very beginning, I’ve been betting on you.”

Although you've never asked for it, you've always had it. 

You wonder if there will ever be words enough to express how thankful you are, and perhaps that question will never be answered, but at least you can rest easy knowing that when you wrap your arms around Hoseok, he knows all you could have possibly hoped to say. It surprises him at first, but he returns it gladly, his arms warm and safe. He smells like home and healing, and you find yourself wanting to grasp onto every piece of him before you have to let him go. 

“Thank you.”

Across the room, Taehyung watches as the two of you part. He sees the smile on Jhope's face and the tears that still sparkle in your eyes. Seeing the ease with which the two of you hold the other, the way you look so perfect together, makes him wonder if there was ever any room for him in your world. 

Hoseok glances at him and can see the doubt clear on Taehyung's face. An unsteadiness that he had never worn before, not even with the most serious of his romances. He can tell that the way he feels this time is something deeper, something different, something that he won't let slip away so easily. 

At the thought, Hoseok can't help but smile. For how could two people so clearly made for the other find themselves so close, and yet so far away? 

You will be okay. 

As Jhope picks your hand up and presses his lips against your skin, he knows this fact to be true. Almost as true as the fact that you never needed him, not really. Even before they knew you, you had stood strong enough on your own. And yet, as he looks up at your wide eyes, he can't help but feel as though you had saved each other. 

In more ways than one. 

The stage darkens to prepare for his performance and he pulls away, giving you one last look at his gorgeous smile before running back to the stage. 

All he can really hope now is that you find the one your heart calls. 

And that he answers it with the love and care that you deserve. 

When the spotlight warms his face, and the cheers nearly overwhelm the backtrack, you are left speechless at how beautiful he is. How even alone, he fills the stage, and the entire stadium with his persona, his light. It's dazzling, and you can't help but wonder if one day you'll be given the chance to shine as bright. 

"Will I be enough?"

"You already are."

At his voice beside you jump, clamping your hands across your lips as though they had betrayed you. Taehyung smiles as you chastise yourself, his heart blooming as it had millions of times before, only this time he is able to put a name to the feeling. As you look up at him with those eyes, he knows he cannot wait a second longer, and perhaps he had waited for too long already. Perhaps the two of you had been so lost within your fantasy that you had forgotten reality was created to tear you apart. 

But what is reality, what is fate, if it was not meant to be defied?

Taehyung's hand wraps around yours, and though it catches you off guard, it does not feel out of place. After all, he has held your hand countless times before, and if you were truly honest, you wish he would hold it for countless more. 

Is that foolish? 

He pulls you to the side of the stage, behind a couple of curtains where he can speak to you privately. A secret space where the two of you can coexist in the world you had already begun to create together without anyone else coming in to destroy it. 

At first, the urgency startles you. The way he’s looking into your eyes driving a strange type of fear into your heart. He's looked at you many times before, but this time it's different, almost clouded. You don't want to try and pick it apart, for what if once you do, it is not something you want to see? 

And what if it is? 

What if it is everything you've ever wanted?

Somehow that thought is scarier than the first. 

"Tae, what are you--"

"I love you." 

The phrase shakes you to the core, and you wonder if you misheard him. 

But then you see his sincerity. 

Is this real?

“W-what?”

His eyes are full of a mixture of emotions, too many to name and too many to count, but all of them mix together to create a galaxy of stars.

Stars that were created because of you. 

“I know I’m selfish and I know that being with me would only hurt you, believe me, I know, but I..." They shine bright as he looks at you, and you wonder if this is what it means to be someone's entire world. He's always been yours, but you hadn't realized till now just how much of a mark you had made, you had never dreamed it to be possible. "Ever since the first moment I met you, I couldn’t get you out of my head.”

"Taehyung..." You whisper his name, finding that it is the only thing you can say, your heart beating too fast and too loud for you to make much sense of anything else other than the fact that he loves you. 

Taehyung looks at you, and he wonders if it's okay to hope that you could possibly feel the same way he does. He wonders if one day you will trust him enough to give him the key to your heart, as his already lies welcome at your feet. 

“I've never believed in destiny before until I met you."

The dark is no longer so dark, the colors are no longer dull, and the world begins to sing its own song in your soul. When he looks at you, you feel complete. The notes to your melody have been found, and he chases away every fear and doubt with one look your way.

"Things just never made sense before, you know? Every coincidence, every moment we spent together, it was as though some string was drawing us closer and closer together. As though we were meant to meet, as though we were made for each other, and the only thing that was stopping us before was…distance."

Taehyung wonders how there was ever a time when he could survive without you near. He wonders how he was able to be okay without you in his life. The thought scares him. If this is how it feels to love you, he can't help but wonder how it would feel if he were to ever lose you. 

"I don’t want the distance anymore. I want you beside me, I want to be with you all the time, I want to hold your hand, I want to touch your heart, I want to keep you close…” 

He takes your hands gingerly into his own, before raising them and kissing them softly. His eyelashes brush against your skin, but his lips are soft and warm, his eyes tentative and filled to the brim with hope as he looks at you.

“Now that we’ve met, I want everything, but most of all…"

You never thought anyone could be perfect, and you know that he is far from it, but when he looks at you that way, when he holds you safely within your arms, you cannot help but think he is perfect for you. That the two of you were made to find each other just as he said. The missing piece you had been searching for but never thought you would find. 

"I want to be yours.” 

He found you. 

Or perhaps you found each other.

When times were most dark, and you were suffocating from the pain, you reached out and felt him wrap his arms around you. You found that you needed him, but you never would have guessed he needed you just as badly. That your heart was made for him as much as his was already bleeding for yours. That he had given you the key to it before you even dared to ask, and had begun making your mark on his world just as he had been slowly walking into yours. 

I don't want the distance anymore.

“With you here, everything makes sense."

Is it okay to feel this joy? Is it okay for you to just give in? To lay your key at his mercy and open your heart to be hurt again? 

For him...would all that pain be worth it?

"It’s like you filled a hole that I didn’t realize I had been missing. Without you, I’m lost…and I don’t want to be lost anymore." Taehyung takes your hand and presses it against his chest, so you can feel what he feels. Marking your touch on his heart and baring his soul before you as his beats fast and wild beneath your fingertips. "So maybe destiny doesn’t exist, and maybe fate isn’t real, but if my destiny is you, then I would be ready to believe anything.” 

Yes, you're scared. Everything could fall apart just because you fell in love with him. Your dreams could be tattered, your future could crumble at his feet, all because you wanted to be his. You saw what happened when your mother ventured too far into their world, how quickly she was torn apart because she dared to feel. Every reason tells you that the risk is not worth it. 

Is there reason enough to stay away?

Your heart beats only for him. Your breath is his to take as he pleases. Your skin itches for his touch each time he is near. You no longer want to admire him from a distance. You don't want to continue to be stagnant where he is always close but never close enough. You don't want to feel incomplete. 

Your world already belongs to him.

Is it too much to give in?

“You don't have to answer now, but I’ll wait for you, no matter how long it takes." 

Before you can say anything, you hear the staff calling for you as your turn to perform draws near. Only then does Taehyung pull away from you, the space between you once more broken. You want to say something, anything, to let him know that he's already embedded himself deep into your heart; but you find that fear holds you back. 

You want so badly to let him in, but what if you get hurt again?

Would you ever be able to recover? 

Perhaps he sensed your doubt, perhaps he caught the despair in your eyes at the thought of letting you go, or perhaps he merely wanted to hold you one last time. Regardless of the reason, he reaches forward, taking your cheeks into his careful touch, and pressing his lips against your forehead in an intimate gesture that sends your heart racing. 

"If it’s too hard, then I’ll let you go." He whispers against your skin, and you find yourself leaning into him, your hands resting against his chest as he pulls you close. "I just had to let you know, at least once before it was too late.” 

With that, he pulls away, releasing you with a smile. He turns from your hiding space and follows the staff who rush him to the opposite side of the stage, while you stay where he left you, frozen. You are faintly aware of staff members taking you by the arm and doing some finishing touches to your outfit as they prepare you for your entrance on the sidelines, but it is a minor fact. For when you meet his eyes across the stage nothing else seems to matter anymore. He smiles at you, the galaxy hidden in his irises so clear, even from so far away. 

Could it be possible? 

Could the moon find a way to love the sun?

Or is this an eclipse that will soon pass?

chapter 76 here

[simmeons]

is it a sea monster au or some star trek style hijinks?

oh boy this is gonna be difficult for even me to explain

the whole sea monster Scotty thing started off from a dream i had where the main 3 + Scotty went out as an away team on a planet. there were large aquatic animals there that resembled something close to the Loch Ness monster which, for a Scottish man, absolutely delighted Scotty. he ended up getting bit by one and it made him have a sorta kinda really painful transformation (i sah painful because in the dream i vividly remember Scotty getting so itchy that his skin like peeled off to reveal scales?? kinda traumatizing)

but then it turned into something more like "what if the whole crew were half animals?" and i muddled over that au for a few months maybe

but i eventually just realized i didn't care enough about the other crew's designs (because favoritism is a real thing with me) and just kept it an au where McCoy was a college student studying to be a doctor where he goes to the beach trying to relax and finds Scotty (bonus points for the odd urge to keep the au set in the 80's for some reason?? my brain just really wants that???)

[persephoneacts]

Persephone loved Charlie in ways she often struggled to quantify. Her best friend had been such a staple in her life for so long that she couldn’t — and didn’t want to — even begin to imagine her life without him. The fact that they’d found one another during the darkest period of Sephy’s life should’ve been a sure fire sign that he would soon become a distant memory, an acquaintance left behind on her road to recovery. The reality was that Sephy’s path to sobriety wasn’t a traditional one, her sponsor frowning on the particular company she kept. Charlie was the only person that had remained from that part of her life, but she wouldn’t dream of distancing herself no matter how it impacted her.

Between his reliance on drugs and alcohol, as well as his passion for music, Persephone found herself tucked away in the corners of night clubs, skin itching as people threw back shots on every side of her. Bathrooms weren’t a safe space either, with girls in their early twenties doing lines of coke off the edge of the sinks, dirty needles clattering to the floor of occupied stalls. Temptation lived in every corner of a bar or a club, with even Maggie going so far as to ask her: Does weed really count, though? This had been during the earlier days of their friendship, the other girl had at least gained some small semblance of self-awareness in the time since. Seph had found herself accompanying Maggie, Charlie, Ripley — and sometimes even Jax! — to seedy bars and clubs and house parties that had trouble written all over them, or far more sophisticated events that oftentimes proposed even higher risks.

Today was different, though, and she felt relieved. She’d never tell Charlie just how difficult it was attending his sets, and now that he and Ripley appeared to have hit it off — if you could even call it that — she didn’t see the point in being some Debby Downer when she could just suck it up and support her friends. But with Summer in full swing, Charlie had been chomping at the bit last week to tell her about the last-minute gig he’d managed to book. Far from the familiarity of his usual backdrop, Charlie’s set today was taking place on a small stage situated in the middle of Central Park. The sun was shining down on what appeared to be an EDM festival — Seph wouldn’t pretend to have even the faintest clue — and her best friend had been afforded the honour of headlining one of their smaller stages.

He currently had a crowd of about 150 people — huge by Sephy’s standards! — and the smile he was currently sporting was enough to heal Persephone of any ailments or misgivings she might have had about the day. Contrary to the way she felt about her older cousin, Persephone wasn’t heartless, and it hadn’t gone amiss to her just what yesterday had been. She missed Jules every day, and she knew how much Billy must be hurting today. The urge to pick up the phone or simply stop by his apartment had been difficult to turn away from, an ache building in her chest as she’d fought with herself to not go one step further and lose herself to the bottle instead.

Sufficed to day, Charlie’s set was proving to be a much needed distraction, her cheeks warm as she beamed from the side of the stage as he finished up his set, lightning on his feet as he bounced around with unbridled glee, blowing kisses to the crowd as he waved himself off. Watching Charlie perform was like being bathed in a warm glow, his presence as welcoming as the perfect hug. Addictions and bad habits aside, Charlie was her sanctuary.

“Oh my God, oh my God, can I get your autograph?” Persephone gushed, laughter peeling from her lips as he finally came within reaching distance.

Without hesitation, Persephone launched herself into his arms, her own wrapping snug around his neck, legs coming to circle his waist. She trusted Charlie implicitly and knew he’d catch her as she smothered his cheeks and forehead in kisses.

“You totally rocked that, babe! Holy shit! You should totally check out how many new instagram followers you have. I handed out business cards,” she informed him, feeling smug as she released her hold on him, slipping back down onto the cushy grass beneath their feet. “I’m a real ass Business Bitch.”

[seitmai]

Many thoughts so read more function it is

“That’s what I thought. Where does it hurt? Hmm?” His hand on the outside of your thigh makes you jump as he runs up “My…ass hurts,” your face burns at your admission, “and it’s making my pussy ache.”

🤭🤭🤭

Jake shrugs, peeling his banana and taking a bite. “Roo?” You prompt, looking at him when he doesn’t answer, but his eyes are on Jake. Jake is completely oblivious to the attention while eating his banana in a non-sexual manner but the flush rising to Bradley’s cheeks tells you he’s definitely thinking something sexual.

Bananas, high in potassium, magnesium and sexual tension 🤭

Your fingers slowly unbutton his gaudy Hawaiian shirt you love so much while you kiss him, moaning into his mouth when Jake presses into you from behind, grinding his hips against your ass while he nudges your hair out of the way to drag his lips across your neck. “Fuck,” Jake breathes into your neck, his cock twitching against your ass, “look at him Liv; Look what we do to him.” Bradley flushes but gives you a sexy grin as he gets comfortable; your teeth ache with the urge to sink into his flexing bicep as he rests his head back on his arm while his free hand slides down his chiseled chest and over his cock straining against his boxer-briefs.

🤤🤤🤤

“Ready?” You lean forward to brush your lips over Jake’s as you smear the beading precum with your thumb before stroking down to the base. “Ready for-oh,” Bradley cuts off when Jake’s hand wraps around his cock above yours. Jake smiles against your lips before pulling back and taking a deep breath. “I’m ready.”

Bradley was not ready for that 😌

“God,” Bradley groans, hips trembling to keep from thrusting up into the heat of Jake’s mouth, “I don’t know how many times I’ve jerked off to the thought of you like this…those pretty lips stretched around my cock.” Jake flushes further, green eyes locking on Bradley’s brown ones as he continues talking. “Every time you gave me that smirk…” Bradley cuts off with a groan when Jake starts moving his hand in time with his mouth, “or-or when you’d mouth off; all I could think of was pushing you to your knees and shutting you up with my cock.”

Bradley really waited for this 🤤

Bradley’s words aren’t even directed toward you but still, you shiver.

So true!

Bradley’s hand leaves Jake’s hair to fist the sheets, his head falling back to the pillow with a groan when he gets a little overzealous and gags. Your hand replaces Bradley’s in Jake’s hair and you give him a reassuring smile when his cheeks flush deeper pink. “It’s okay,” you murmur while your other hand slides up Bradley’s tense thigh.

🥵🥵🥵

Jake’s brow furrows as he gives a quick shake of his head, not disrupting the rhythm he’s set. “No? Hmmm,” you hum, letting your fingertips nudge the sensitive skin just beyond Bradley’s sack, “You want it in your mouth, don’t you?”

Sometimes no answer is saying a lot 🤭

Bradley’s brow pinches before he slowly blinks open his eyes, hand returning to Jake’s hair, weaving through the blond strands and gently tugging so Jake looks at him as he asks, “Baby? Did you cum too?” You’d thought it had been the hottest thing when Jake came from eating you out shortly after you’d gotten together, but seeing Jake’s release coating Bradley’s leg and his spent cock was sexier yet.

😮‍💨😮‍💨😮‍💨

“O-okay…okay! Fuck!” Your voice is wrecked as you push Jake and Bradley’s heads away from your still-pulsing clit before they can overstimulate you. Again. The sight of them both settling between your thighs next was nearly enough to get you there again.

Facts 🥵

It was better than you imagined; instead of fighting over you like you’d dreamed, they worked together to bring you off over and over; not letting you recover before starting again.

Literally a dream

“No!” Jake’s hand flies to Bradley’s hair to keep him where he is makes you smile. “Wait! You-I mean you can…if you want.” “Oh, I want,” Bradley murmurs, kissing Jake’s inner thigh, “but only if you’re sure.”

I love how shy Jake gets in these moments with Bradley 🤭

“How’s it feel?” You ask, sitting up when you notice Jake struggling to watch Bradley but unable to keep his head from falling back. “So good,” Jake breathes, looking up as you rest his head on your thighs.

Jake in his head: Is this heaven?

Bradley rises when Jake begins to writhe from overstimulation, cheeks ruddy and eyes wild. “You can be our pillow princess any time,” he breathes as he crawls over Jake while fisting his own cock. “You’re so hot,” he looks at Jake as he licks a line through the release cooling on his stomach before his gaze flicks to yours, “both of you, and you’re both mine.”

Bradley being a little possessive like that is lowkey hot 😮‍💨

I Love You Two

Part 10

(previous part here, next part here)

Bradley Bradshaw x OFC x Jake Seresin

Summary: More firsts with Jake and Bradley.

Warnings: Adults (18+) only! MDNI! Oral (m and f receiving), teasing, dirty talk, ass play, rimming, cum play. (This chapter is 98% smut).

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“Something wrong Liv?” Bradley leans in to murmur the next morning at brunch.

“Nope,” you whisper the lie, stilling your squirming hips on the uncomfortable wooden chair.

His handprints were still visible on your ass this morning when you looked in the mirror and just like he promised; you remember his lesson every time you sit.

“You sure? Seem to be squirming an awful lot,” he presses a kiss below your ear, “Don’t lie to me again, Liv. I hate being lied to more than I hate being teased.”

“Oh God,” you whimper as your eyes fall closed at the tempting warning, but you decide against it, knowing he wouldn’t go easy on you. “I ache, Ro-sir.”

He inhales sharply and when you open your eyes to meet his, his pupils are blown.

“That’s what I thought. Where does it hurt? Hmm?” His hand on the outside of your thigh makes you jump as he runs up

“My…ass hurts,” your face burns at your admission, “and it’s making my pussy ache.”

“Poor thing,” he coos, running his hand up the inside of your thigh, “want me to make it better?”

“Please,” you sigh, forgetting you’re in public and opening your thighs.

“Mornin’,” the older waitress’s voice has you jumping apart like caught children, but she appears oblivious to your flushed faces as she sets menus in front of you both, “what can I get you to drink?”

“Coffee and water, please,” Bradley replies with a steady voice, but his cheeks are flushed red.

“Me too, thanks,” you agree, face burning too, “oh, same for my boyfriend. He’ll be in any second, he’s just parking.”

Her eyes flick between you and Bradley once, but other than that, she doesn’t let on.

“There he is,” Bradley nods him over.

“Hey, sorry I took so long,” Jake thanks Bradley with a smile when he pulls out his chair for him, “I had to park like 3 blocks away.”

“No problem,” you reply, “coffee and water okay?”

He nods.

“Got it,” the waitress clicks her pen, “I’ll get your drinks and you can head to the buffet whenever.”

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“So what’s the plan for the rest of the day?” You ask a few minutes later as you cut into your pancake.

Jake shrugs, peeling his banana and taking a bite.

“Roo?” You prompt, looking at him when he doesn’t answer, but his eyes are on Jake.

Jake is completely oblivious to the attention while eating his banana in a non-sexual manner but the flush rising to Bradley’s cheeks tells you he’s definitely thinking something sexual.

“Uh…” Bradley shakes his head as he breaks the trance, “I don’t have anything planned.”

“Mmkay,” you smile to yourself, “I just thought of something I think we’ll all enjoy.”

“What do you have in mind?” Jake asks innocently before putting the phallus-shaped fruit back in his mouth and taking another bite.

Bradley’s thigh jumps under your touch below the cover of the table.

“You’ll see.”

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Jake turned as red as Bradley had been when you whispered your idea to him on the stairs up to your apartment, but eagerly nodded his agreement.

Bradley quirked his brow when you led him to your bedroom with a smile playing at your lips.

Your fingers slowly unbutton his gaudy Hawaiian shirt you love so much while you kiss him, moaning into his mouth when Jake presses into you from behind, grinding his hips against your ass while he nudges your hair out of the way to drag his lips across your neck.

Once his shirt falls open, your nails drag up the twitching ridges of his abdomen and you smile into the kiss at his sharp inhale when you stop to pinch each nipple then soothing it with your palms.

Jake presses into you further when you trail down Bradley’s jaw, and you shiver between them at the sound of their throaty groans when their lips meet.

Dizzy from the arousal thrumming through your veins at the heat of them surrounding you, the delicious hints of each of their colognes, and the sounds they’re pulling from one another. Unsure how you manage to get Bradley’s jeans undone but soon enough you’re pushing them down.

Jake slides his arm between you, pulling you back into him while his other pushes Bradley back onto the bed.

“Fuck,” Jake breathes into your neck, his cock twitching against your ass, “look at him Liv; Look what we do to him.”

Bradley flushes but gives you a sexy grin as he gets comfortable; your teeth ache with the urge to sink into his flexing bicep as he rests his head back on his arm while his free hand slides down his chiseled chest and over his cock straining against his boxer-briefs.

Jake takes his time with the buttons on the front of your dress, fingers brushing your newly exposed skin and leaving a trail of goosebumps behind before letting it fall from your arms. Your stomach flips at the heat that crosses Bradley’s expression at your lack of undergarments.

You suck in a breath when Jake’s hands each squeeze your still-tender cheeks and turn your head to nip his jaw when he chuckles.

“You won’t be laughing when you’re the one in trouble,” you smile at his sharp inhale.

“No,” Bradley agrees, shamelessly palming himself, “he won’t be.”

Jake chokes before he hides his face in your neck and Bradley grins.

Wearing nothing but a smile of your own, you climb onto the bed and tug at Bradley’s boxer briefs while Jake hurriedly undresses and settles on the other side as you take Bradley’s cock in hand.

“Ready?” You lean forward to brush your lips over Jake’s as you smear the beading precum with your thumb before stroking down to the base.

“Ready for-oh,” Bradley cuts off when Jake’s hand wraps around his cock above yours.

Jake smiles against your lips before pulling back and taking a deep breath. “I’m ready.”

When you release Bradley, Jake slides his hand lower to keep his cock steady as he ducks his head.

“Fuck,” he gasps when Jake doesn’t hesitate to take him into his mouth. Jake moans at the taste of his precum, eyelashes fluttering as Bradley’s hand weaves into his hair. “That’s it- good. Just like that.”

Jake hums at the praise, slowly bobbing his head once he gets used to the weight of Bradley on his tongue.

“God,” Bradley groans, hips trembling to keep from thrusting up into the heat of Jake’s mouth, “I don’t know how many times I’ve jerked off to the thought of you like this…those pretty lips stretched around my cock.”

Jake flushes further, green eyes locking on Bradley’s brown ones as he continues talking.

“Every time you gave me that smirk…” Bradley cuts off with a groan when Jake starts moving his hand in time with his mouth, “or-or when you’d mouth off; all I could think of was pushing you to your knees and shutting you up with my cock.”

Bradley’s words aren’t even directed toward you but still, you shiver.

Jake’s answering moan is downright sinful as he bobs his head faster, his own cock hard against Bradley’s thigh, smearing precum as his hips rut of their own accord.

“Oh, you like that?” Bradley chuckles breathlessly at Jake’s eager nod, “Wish I would’ve known; would’ve done this sooner-fuck, baby.”

Bradley’s hand leaves Jake’s hair to fist the sheets, his head falling back to the pillow with a groan when he gets a little overzealous and gags.

Your hand replaces Bradley’s in Jake’s hair and you give him a reassuring smile when his cheeks flush deeper pink. “It’s okay,” you murmur while your other hand slides up Bradley’s tense thigh.

“Yeah,” Bradley breathes, nodding with his eyes squeezed shut, “it’s okay. Feels so good, Jake. So so good.”

Jake’s own hips jerk at the praise as he watches your hand with rapt attention as he continues working Bradley over with his mouth, bracing himself for the reaction when you cup Bradley’s spit-soaked sack.

“Fuck Liv, just like that,” Bradley sighs, unable to keep from thrusting up from the onslaught of sensations, “I’m almost there.”

“Where do you want him to cum, Jake?” You purr, gently tugging Bradley’s balls to delay his approaching orgasm, ignoring the disgruntled whine it pulls from him. “On your face? On mine? His stomach?”

Jake’s brow furrows as he gives a quick shake of his head, not disrupting the rhythm he’s set.

“No? Hmmm,” you hum, letting your fingertips nudge the sensitive skin just beyond Bradley’s sack, “You want it in your mouth, don’t you?”

Jake just manages to nod his approval before Bradley’s hips still with a rasped, “Fuck!”

Jake whimpers as the hot pulses of spend fill his mouth, eyes rolling back before closing at the salty-bitter taste.

You bite your lip at the way Jake’s throat bobs when he swallows before pulling off and resting his forehead on Bradley’s lower stomach, both still out of breath.

Bradley’s brow pinches before he slowly blinks open his eyes, hand returning to Jake’s hair, weaving through the blond strands and gently tugging so Jake looks at him as he asks, “Baby? Did you cum too?”

You’d thought it had been the hottest thing when Jake came from eating you out shortly after you’d gotten together, but seeing Jake’s release coating Bradley’s leg and his spent cock was sexier yet.

Jake flushes even further as he nods while he clears his throat, “Yeah.”

“Fuck, that’s hot,” Bradley breathes, sitting up abruptly as Jake does the same to meet in the middle for a searing kiss.

Too preoccupied with “helping” Jake, your arousal had just been simmering on the back burner, and you whimper as it boils over at the sight of your boys devouring each other.

Though it was soft, the sound pulls them apart to look at you. Both expressions are heated; Jake’s is softer while Bradley’s is almost predatory.

“We didn’t forget about you, sweetheart,” Bradley murmurs, reaching for your ankle and tugging you towards them so suddenly you gasp.

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“O-okay…okay! Fuck!” Your voice is wrecked as you push Jake and Bradley’s heads away from your still-pulsing clit before they can overstimulate you.

Again.

They’ve been focused on you solely for over an hour, starting with your breasts; the contrast between Jake’s soft sucks and gentle touches with Bradley’s rough pinches and sharp teeth quickly brought you to orgasm.

The sight of them both settling between your thighs next was nearly enough to get you there again.

It was better than you imagined; instead of fighting over you like you’d dreamed, they worked together to bring you off over and over; not letting you recover before starting again.

Until now; when they turned you into a trembling, crying mess that could take no more.

“I-I can’t,” you stutter, wiping the tears that you hadn’t realized fell with the hand that doesn’t feel like yours, “‘t’s too much.”

“Yeah, I think she’s had enough,” Bradley sounds smug as he presses one last kiss to your clit, chuckling at your shaky inhale.

Jake hums in agreement, kissing your quivering inner thigh instead, “Is it my turn now?”

The smile in his voice implies he’s joking, but there’s hope in it too.

“You want my mouth on you too?” You open your heavy lids to watch Bradley ask as he pushes off the bed, eyes hungrily looking over your body then Jake’s, licking his lips as his gaze settles on his ass.

Jake gently brings your leg over his shoulder before turning on his side to look up at him. “Yeah,” he shrugs nonchalantly, “ I mean if you want to.”

Bradley grins as he falls to his knees at the edge of the bed before grabbing Jake’s ankle and tugging like he had done to yours earlier, “Just remember, you asked for it.”

Jake’s brow furrows as Bradley pulls his hips to the edge of the bed before bending his knees instead of letting them rest on the floor.

“Asked for-oh fuck!” Jake gasps, thighs tensing when Bradley ducks his head to blow a stream of hot air over Jake’s hole, “Fuck! I-I didn’t mean that!”

“No?” Bradley asks, quirking a brow when he does it again and Jake trembles, but he pulls back slightly to say, “My bad, I don’t have to.”

“No!” Jake’s hand flies to Bradley’s hair to keep him where he is makes you smile. “Wait! You-I mean you can…if you want.”

“Oh, I want,” Bradley murmurs, kissing Jake’s inner thigh, “but only if you’re sure.”

“Okay,” Jake takes a deep breath and relaxes his thighs, “okay.”

“Tell me to stop and I will,” Bradley says seriously.

When Jake nods, Bradley ducks his head again to tongue the seam of his sac before venturing lower.

Jake’s head falls back to the bed with a whispered, “fuck,” and nearly jumps out of his skin at the first touch of his tongue to his hole.

Bradley‘s eyes shut with a groan when Jake’s hands find his hair and tug.

“How’s it feel?” You ask, sitting up when you notice Jake struggling to watch Bradley but unable to keep his head from falling back.

“So good,” Jake breathes, looking up as you rest his head on your thighs.

You smile, letting one of your hands trail down his chest to gently pinch a nipple. Your eyes flick to his cock jerking in response, dripping precum. “God Jake, look how wet you are.”

Bradley groans into Jake who whimpers at your words before he follows your eyes. He reaches for his cock but Bradley beats him to it, making Jake’s hips jerk up.

“Fuck,” Jake whines, reaching up to play with your breasts but you shake your head as you guide his arms back to the bed.

“Wha-why can’t I touch you?” He pants before biting his lip, breath hitching as he grows close.

“I want to watch Bradley ruin you without any distraction,” you smile at Bradley’s muffled sound of approval as you scrape your nails over Jake’s heaving chest before pinching each nipple, “so just lay here and be our pillow princess.”

Jake keens high in his throat as his pleasure crests, ropes of cum landing in the valley of his abs.

Bradley rises when Jake begins to writhe from overstimulation, cheeks ruddy and eyes wild. “You can be our pillow princess any time,” he breathes as he crawls over Jake while fisting his own cock. “You’re so hot,” he looks at Jake as he licks a line through the release cooling on his stomach before his gaze flicks to yours, “both of you, and you’re both mine.”

You’re not sure if it’s his words or the guttural groan that leaves him as his cum covers Jake’s stomach that makes you shiver.

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A/N: Sorry this took so long to get out. If you don’t follow me, my husband was in a serious accident a few weeks ago and it’s been a whirlwind of uncertainty, lack of sleep, and stress. But he’s home from the hospital and things are getting better.

Anyways, I really hope you liked this chapter.

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[unchainedelodie]

Tall, dark, and dangerous (@InveigleYouIn)

Will : |The days blurred into weeks. I had become accustomed to watching @UnchainedElodie like a hawk scouting its prey. Her daily routine I had down pat and to see her not waver from it in the least told me that she thought my presence that night in her home was a dream. Often, I invaded them while she slept, none the wiser the next morning as if nothing had happened the night before. I didn't feel bad about it either. At a glance, her subconscious fed my addiction. My need to know more about her and where she came from, was soothed temporarily with each hit I took from her. The mind was a powerful place, one where there was no filter or mask that could cover the aphrodisiac that was her vulnerability. Her thoughts, somewhat innocent at first, I had peeled back each layer to reveal the soft sweet core of her deepest thoughts where desire lived. Her fantasies caused my fangs to descend with a hard snap last night. Almost as if she knew I was in there in some way or longed for my presence once again, I chose today to show myself to her.| See me. See me now. |The words left my lips, commanding her to turn to gaze out the window. The salon was closing, and there she stood with that broom, sweeping up from her last client of the day. Tonight, she would be mine and there would be no turning back for either of us.|

Elodie: -In the days since I brought my mother’s book home, I had spent night after night scouring every page. I had read each poem…or spell? I furrowed my brow as I jabbed the broom at a chunk of hair that was refusing to join its buddies in the pile I had made. Was it really a spell book? Or did I just WANT it to be a spell book? I mean it was no secret that I was fascinated by all things witchy. And I secretly thrilled every time someone accused me of being one. Whether they saw it as a good or a bad thing when they questioned me on it, it didn’t matter. To me, it was a great thing. 

I wished I could be like all those witches you saw in the movies and on television. Or read about in books. Man, the things I would do… My mind flooded with a bucket list of things I would make sure to cross off if I ever found myself as some powerful witch queen. The clearing of a throat next to me snapped me back to reality and I looked over at Anne who was leaning on the chair in her station with an amused look on her face. “You looked like you were about a million miles away from here.” Offering her a shrug, I flicked out the dustpan, and began sweeping the pile of hair into it.- I mean as absolutely riveting as this hair sweeping is, I supposed I did get lost in thought. -”Let me guess, tall, dark, and dangerous?” I looked back up at her and we both laughed at that.- Actually dangerous though. I swear if that Viper guy pops in here one more time, I’m moving to another country and changing my name. -She wrinkled her nose and shook her head, “I can’t believe he actually filed his teeth to look like that.” The next word was said in unison.- Dork. -With another laugh she pushed off of her chair and gave a big stretch. “I’m gonna head out. You good to lock up?” I nodded as I emptied the contents of the dustpan into the waste basket.- Yeah, cool. I’ll see you tomorrow. 

-I stooped down to gather the bag from the waste basket at my station. All I had left to do was take that out and then I could finally get home and back to that book. Spinning around, something dark caught my attention on the ground. Throwing my head back in a loud groan as I realized I had completely missed a big chunk of hair, I set the bag back down and reached for the broom and dustpan again. Only just as I was starting to guide the clump of hair toward the dustpan, I felt an odd tingling sensation that quickly turned into goosebumps breaking out all over my skin before an overwhelming urge to turn and look out the window took over me. Before I could finish my thought about every horror movie I had ever seen starting like this, my body was obeying that urge reflexively. 

What my eyes landed on though, was not Michael or Jason. Instead it was an insanely good looking man in a suit that seemed to stare right across the street, through the window, and into my eyes as if he were right in front of me. Sucking in a breath, my heart rate began to climb, and I stood, rooted in place as I stared back dumbly-      

Will : |The moment you turned, I smirked. Catching your gaze, I held it as I crossed the street. Waiting until I reached for the door to the salon before breaking eye contact briefly to dip inside. Just like that first night, I saw the widening of your eyes in disbelief. Chuckling low, I toyed with the notion of letting you see the memory of our true introduction but thought better of it. For now.| I apologize for my rudeness in showing up late. You wouldn't by chance have time for one last cut, would you? |I was curious about your skills with a pair of scissors. All day long, your clients had been women, not a man in sight. That was until I walked in the door.| You do men's cuts, yes? 

Elodie: -The universe had a hell of a sense of humor. That was all I could think as I saw you crossing the street and heading straight for the door. I had just talked about a dangerous man to Anne. And now, here I was probably about to be murdered by a man that looked like he should be on the cover of one of those romance novels my step-monster always left laying around the house. 

My fight or flight was broken. That was apparent as I just continued standing there, watching as you crossed the street. I think I only breathed again when you broke eye contact to reach for the door handle. My clarity only briefly returning as I gripped the broom in my hand. Pretty lame weapon, but it was all I had. 

But once you were in front of me for real, an odd sense of calm washed over me. There was a familiarity about you that I couldn’t place. Something that had me excited in a way. As if we were being reunited after a too long separation. 

It must’ve been that which drove me to ignore my sore feet and offer you a welcoming smile, stepping closer to my chair and putting my hand on the back of it-  Oh, it’s no problem. Here, have a seat. I’ll take care of you. 

Will : 

|I offer a genuine grin when you tell me to have a seat. Sliding down into your chair, I looked up at your reflection in the mirror as you began to drape the long cape around me, sensing your heart racing the closer you got to snapping the clasps on the back of it.| I appreciate you taking me in without an appointment. I hope I'm not keeping you from someone special waiting for you at home. |Small talk, why not? I wondered how you would answer considering what I already knew. Willing the street lights to go out one by one down the whole block your salon was on, any audience from the outside world would be met with just the silhouette of us. As one that always enjoyed the show, I clasped my hands from beneath the cape and relaxed even further, waiting for your answer and for you to begin. Our little game, starting now.|

Elodie: -I think I was less nervous doing my practical exam than I was right now. Which was ridiculous. I was very confident in my abilities and had done many, many heads of hair over the years. From simple cuts to in depth styles and colors for all kinds of different events. Clearly that book was starting to mess with my mind. Maybe I needed to take a break from it for a few days and attempt a normal life. Living in this fantasy land that I had been in couldn’t be healthy.

Once the cape was secured around your neck, I reached into one of the drawers on my station and pulled out a fresh comb. Brushing through your hair, I couldn’t help but notice how soft and thick it was. I knew a few women who would be pretty jealous of it actually. And now, that it had been thoroughly combed through, I lifted my eyes to the mirror, meeting your gaze which only seemed to set my heart rate racing again. But I did my best to maintain a calm composure as I answered you.- Oh, yes. Raven will be very annoyed at me for being late. -pauses to smirk before continuing- But he’s easily won over by a few treats. 

-Running my fingers through your hair now, and allowing it to fall naturally so I can see where your natural part is- What were you thinking tonight? Just clean it up? Or something completely new?  

Will : |Chuckles at the mention of Raven, the feline had not liked the fact that I had posted up in your apartment that night. That was until I revealed myself. Winning your pet over had been easy but not only that, I got the sense that you two ended up together for a very special reason.| Surprise me. |I wanted to see what you would do. If you got lost in your craft as it were and in the same token, see you in action where those pair of scissors were concerned.| How long have you and Raven been together?

Elodie: -My brow shooting up when you give me free reign. I loved when someone did that. But I couldn’t help but tease you just a little as I smirked at you through the mirror- My, my. Such trust for someone you just met. -Shooting you a playful wink as I reached for another drawer in my station, pulling out my favorite pair of goth sheers- Not to worry. They get a Barbicide bath after every client. -Repositioning myself behind you, I began to run my fingers through your hair again, examining your features through the mirror to envision which cut would suit you best- Raven and the rest of his litter mates were abandoned in a box. Every last one of them was quickly snatched up. But they left Raven there by himself. Black cats are bad luck, you know? -Giving an eye roll, I slid some of your hair between my fingers and began making cuts- I brought him home and he’s been my companion for three years now. 

Will : |You had no idea but soon enough you were going to. Listening to you tease had me smirking in return and when you let me in on how Raven came to be, I relished in the fact that you were so comfortable with me already. That was all you. There were no parlor tricks to be had here. Our connection and conversation flowed easily which pleased me to no end. You fell completely into your element the more you worked on my hair, and I took a chance to test the waters again as I spoke my next question.| Speaking of superstitions, how do you fair on witchcraft? 

Elodie: -My hands pausing only briefly when you mention the witchcraft thing. That familiar giddiness I felt when I knew I was going to have time to spend pouring over the book spreading through my body and causing me to smile a private smile to myself. It was almost like the feeling you got when someone asked you about your crush and you were avoiding the urge to gush about him. You were a lot more observant than most, and I caught the way that you lifted a questioning brow at my reaction. Letting out a small laugh.- I think that I’ve had people all my life accuse me of being a witch. Most people don’t understand my attraction to the macabre or the way I choose to dress. -shrugs- It really doesn’t bother me. There are a lot worse things that I could be accused of being. -I pulled my bottom lip between my teeth, stopping myself from saying any more as I forced myself to hyper focus on your hair. I knew saying too much was going to make me look like a crazy person. And I didn’t want the awkwardness that would follow something like that.- 

Will : True, there are. |Worse things. There were a few I could have tossed out but I thought better of it. After all, I wanted to stay on topic and as you worked away, getting lost in the power you wielded with those scissors, I kept my eyes directly on your face while you concentrated on the task at hand.| I think a person is naturally drawn to such things because they are meant to be. |Noticing the way you stopped yourself, that slight hesitation, I hummed low before adding my own opinion on the subject. Hoping it would bring forth another glimpse of excitement you allowed yourself to show briefly only moments ago. My interest, of course, was beyond piqued. The more you opened up about the things you enjoyed, the more you exposed the real you. Even if you didn't realize it yet.| I find it fascinating if you want the truth. 

Elodie: -I was dangerously close to letting out a squeal like one of those little teeny bopper girls when you mentioned finding it fascinating. That I at least avoided. But I couldn’t help the way all my focus went to that subject. I stopped what I was doing, my hands coming down to my sides as I smiled at you through the mirror. The excitement was obvious in my eyes- Really? Me too. I was just thinking earlier while I was cleaning up that sometimes, I wish I really was one. Can you imagine how amazing that would be? -Lets out a soft sigh- I don’t admit that to a lot of people. They don’t usually get it. But I figured you wouldn’t think it was as weird. Maybe? -I could feel a flush creeping up on my cheeks then and I forced myself to go back to finishing up your cut- 

Will : I don't think it's weird at all. It wouldn't matter anyway because I happen to prefer the strange and unusual. |I could imagine it alright. Smirking now when I see that flush on your cheeks, the shade turning darker with each word that left my lips and when you caught my reflection in the mirror, I already had my hand out from under the cape before you could blink. 

Those small droplets of crimson that painted your finger catching my attention long before I saw it. The scent, causing me to inhale deeply. That small infraction from the bite of your scissor was no match for me, or my fangs.| Please. Allow me.. |As my gaze transfixed on yours, I took your hand and brought it around to my lips, your heart ready to beat right out of your chest as I kissed the blood away from the side of your finger.| 

Elodie: -Normally I would’ve quoted Lydia from Beetlejuice back at you from your statement. But there was something about it coming from your lips that made it feel like a compliment that resonated deep in my heart. I could feel my face growing even hotter as I became more flustered. So flustered that I managed to snip right into my own finger. Sucking a breath through my teeth at the instant stinging afterwards, I opened my mouth to make a joke about having oversharpened them. My voice escaped me though when your hand seemed to appear out of nowhere, taking mine in yours. Once again, I could do nothing but stand there and stare dumbly as you pulled my hand to your mouth. The heat just kept climbing with my heart rate. How I hadn’t managed to stroke out by now was beyond me.- I… -Didn’t know what to say. That’s what.- Thank you… -For what? I don’t know. But that’s what I finally squeaked out. So, we were going with it.- 

Will : |"Thank you..." As the words left your lips, I placed a tender kiss to your cut, savoring that sliver of a taste as I bite back a low growl. It only served to make me want more. The way your skin flushed had my mind going back to that first night. Visions of you on the couch, your knees brushing against mine as I pulled your legs in between my own while I took up residence on your coffee table. I wanted you then too. Enamored with the unknown at the time, my thirst had been at a simmer but tasting you now…I smirked. Wickedly at that and more to myself. Never had I granted access to witness me lost in my inner thoughts but as I released your hand, I gave you, your own taste, letting that invisible cloak lift like a veil, revealing that night. Only I went a step further by adding my own fantasy that would soon come to pass. Wanting to see how far that blush of yours would spread when the response left my lips. The gesture, polite but very much loaded.| You're welcome.. 

Elodie: -It was as if I was dreaming. But didn’t they always say pinch yourself and if it hurts it means you’re not asleep? That cut to my finger stung like a bitch until you brought it to your lips. So, I was pretty sure I wasn’t actually asleep. But the way the scene played out in my mind was like something I had never experienced before other than when I was in dreamland. I was also pretty sure tonight would be the night that I had a heart attack. Screw cardio at the gym. All I needed to do was spend a half hour in your presence and my heart was getting the workout of a lifetime, pounding out of its spot in my chest as the already intimate scene got even more intimate in my mind. I bit my lip against the whimper that threatened to escape me the further the scene played out, and I could feel my entire body growing hot as I let out a slow steadying breath. Words were not going to happen now as I neglected to remove my hand from yours. That somehow was the only thing keeping me grounded from the chaos of my confused mind as I tried to figure out how I managed to manifest the exact tall, dark, and dangerous I had discussed with Anne just an hour earlier.- #TBC #Kismet 

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Round One

Din Djarin/F!Reader E 18+ MINORS DNI - Smut drabble, 800 words Warnings: bit of fingerplay/handkink if you squint, cockpit smut, helmet stays on, top!mando, unprotected p in v (recommended in my smut only), creampie, microdosing on feels, but mostly just big strong Mandalorian bending you over a console and going to town.

The first time he takes you from behind in the cockpit. 

It’s not as impersonal as you expected it to be. Sex with a near-stranger,one whose face you have never seen - but there’s something about it, about him that you knew meant you were doomed from the start. 

He holds the entire length of your body back against him with one hand as he undresses you with the other. You let him, standing on trembling feet while he peels away your layers as if they’re his.

The only sound is the soft hiss of his breath through the vocabulator, stuttering only briefly when he bares your breasts and takes one in his palm to squeeze. 

The way you arch and gasp is embarrassing but he reacts as if he’s just nailed a bullseye in the center of a quarry’s forehead. Triumphant he hums against your neck, an amber buzz in your ear that lifts goosebumps into your skin.

“Mando,” you mutter, not really sure what you’ll say but not getting the chance to say it when you find two fingers suddenly in your mouth and a hand in your panties. His fingers are bare, you realise as the flat of your tongue contacts the warmth of his whorled skin. He tastes like leather and cordite; you scrape your teeth against a knuckle and he groans, pressing the outline of his hardening cock against your ass. 

He works you open with the clever digits down the front of your underwear. Predictably, you’re already damp, and he swirls the pads of his fingers through your slick before ghosting them up over the hood of your clitoris. You go still, choking back a gasp, and he takes the opportunity to withdraw his fingers from your mouth so he can free his cock from his pants. 

Your underwear is forgotten, a damp scrap of  fabric shoved to the side to make room for him. You feel the warmth, the pressure from the thick head as it meets the glistening entrance to your cunt. He drags it back and forth a few times - never averse to teasing you, albeit usually in more subtle ways - before your impatient little noise has him rearing his hips toward you in response. Or perhaps reward. 

It certainly feels like a reward when the fat tip breaches you, sinking in and in and in, filing you in ways you couldn’t have imagined. You haven’t even seen it, haven’t even seen him, and yet here you are in the verge of collapse while he fucks you over a console - 

And you love it.  

Mando knows it, too. Or maybe you imagine the smugness in the faint whisper of his filtered breath. He pulls back and feeds you his cock again slowly, and it feels like something in the perfect space between torture and absolution. By the time you feel the bite of Beskar on the backs of your thighs again, you’re panting and fighting the urge to squirm.

He stops, a hand on your back as he waits, infuriatingly, for you to still. But then Mando proves himself capable of mercy when he responds to your needy whine with an aching grind that has you feeling him in the back of your throat. 

You wait, fingers curled around the console, and then he draws back and jostles back into you with an impact that jolts your whole body. You groan in what you hope sounds like enough encouragement, and to your relief Mando begins to set a steady, snapping pace in time with renewed pressure from clever fingertips against your clit.

He plays you like the trigger of his blaster and it’s not long before he fires, pinpoint-precise. The pressure of his fingers and his cock sets you off into a leg-shaking, blistering orgasm that makes you tense all at once and then go weak, slumped and pulsed and shaking. Mando holds his hips to yours and you hear a soft, punched-out groan from the vocabulator - a sound like he’s been wounded - and warmth blooms within you as he slumps over your back, so suddenly it shocks you to feel the coolness of his chestplate between your shoulderblades.

“You okay?” he asks after thirty seconds, maybe more filled with just the sound of your breathing, and can you feel the rumble of his voice through your spine. Still shivering, you nod, hoping that’s enough. You feel one of his hands leave your hip to brush sweaty hair from the back of your neck - almost tender - and something smooth and curved presses against the side of your throat.

His helm.

You imagine what the feel of his breath against your skin might feel like as you say, “Next time let’s do this somewhere more comfortable.”

The unexpected sound of Mando chuckling has your toes curling in your boots. 

And the way he growls, “Yeah,” against the back of your neck makes you really hope he'll be up for round two.